²⁰ Du bist mir ein Streithammer, eine Kriegswaffe; und mit dir zerschmettere ich Nationen, und mit dir zerstöre ich Königreiche;

³ For the customs of the peoples are vanity; for one cuts a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman with the axe.

⁴ They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it not move.

⁵ They are like a palm tree, of turned work, and don't speak: they must be carried, because they can't go. Don't be afraid of them; for they can't do evil, neither is it in them to do good."