The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
Behold, ye are of nothing, and your work of nought: an abomination is he that chooseth you.
They that make a graven image are all of them vanity; and their delectable things shall not profit; and they are their own witnesses; they see not, nor know; that they may be ashamed.
And the prophets shall become wind, and the word is not in them: thus shall it be done unto them.
For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe.