17 From the rest he makes a god, his idol;
    he bows down to it and worships.(A)
He prays(B) to it and says,
    “Save(C) me! You are my god!”

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17 And the residue thereof he maketh a god, even his graven image: he falleth down unto it, and worshippeth it, and prayeth unto it, and saith, Deliver me; for thou art my god.

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13 All the counsel you have received has only worn you out!(A)
    Let your astrologers(B) come forward,
those stargazers who make predictions month by month,
    let them save(C) you from what is coming upon you.

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13 Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy counsels. Let now the astrologers, the stargazers, the monthly prognosticators, stand up, and save thee from these things that shall come upon thee.

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