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    Does anyone compare to Me? Can you find any likeness?
        Who or what might be My equal or even close to Me?
    What about those who use precious materials for gods—
        hiring artisans to carefully craft gold, silver, jewels,
    And exotic wood into a god—
        then they bow down and worship it!
    Their god is a mere object. They have to lug it around on their shoulders
        before they can stand it up in its proper place.
    It just sits there, unmoving until they pick it up again.
        It never speaks, never answers.
        It cannot help them, no matter how desperate they are.

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“With whom will you compare me or count me equal?
    To whom will you liken me that we may be compared?(A)
Some pour out gold from their bags
    and weigh out silver on the scales;
they hire a goldsmith(B) to make it into a god,
    and they bow down and worship it.(C)
They lift it to their shoulders and carry(D) it;
    they set it up in its place, and there it stands.
    From that spot it cannot move.(E)
Even though someone cries out to it, it cannot answer;(F)
    it cannot save(G) them from their troubles.

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