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Unto whom then can ye liken GOD? Or, what likeness, can ye compare unto him?

The image, hath been cast by an artificer, And a goldsmith, with gold, overlayeth it, - And, chains of silver, he worketh.

The needy offerer, of a tree that will not rot, maketh choice, - A skilled artificer, seeketh he out for himself to construct an image that shall not totter,

Have ye never taken note? Have ye never heard? Hath it not from the beginning, been told you? Have ye not been led to discern, from the foundations of the earth?

It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, - Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;

Who delivereth dignitaries to nothingness, - Judges of earth, like a desolation, hath he made:

Scarcely have they been planted, Scarcely have they been sown, Scarcely hath their stock, begun to take root in the earth, When he hath just blown upon them and they have withered, And, a whirlwind, as though they haft been chaff, carrieth them away.

Unto whom then, can ye liken me, or can I be equal? Saith the Holy One.

Lift on high your eyes - and see who hath created these, That bringeth forth, by number, their host, - To all of them by name, doth call, Because of the abundance of vigour and alertness of strength, not one, is missing!