2. Now they continue to sin,making for themselves molten images,Silver idols according to their skill,all of them the work of artisans.“To these, offer sacrifice,” they say.People kiss calves!
3. Therefore, they will be like a morning cloudor like the dew that vanishes with the dawn,Like chaff storm-driven from the threshing flooror like smoke out of the window.
4. I, the Lord, am your God,since the land of Egypt; Gods apart from me you do not know;there is no savior but me.
5. I fed you in the wilderness,in the parched land.