What prophet is an idol when its maker has shaped it
A metal image, a teacher of lies?
For its maker trusts in his own creation
When he makes speechless idols!
Woe to him who says to a wooden thing
Awake to a silent stone, Arise!
Can this teach?
Behold it is overlaid with gold and silver
And there is no breath at all in it
Behold it is overlaid with gold and silver
And there is no breath at all in it
Behold it is overlaid with gold and silver
And there is no breath at all in it
But the Lord is in his holy temple let all the earth keep silence
But the Lord is in his holy temple let all the earth keep silence
But the Lord is in his holy temple let all the earth keep silence
But the Lord is in his holy temple let all the earth keep silence
Silence, silence, silence, silence before him