⁵ Det var jeg som sørget for dig i ørkenen, i det brennhete land.

¹² Da blev det rykket op i harme og kastet til jorden, og østenvinden tørket bort dets frukt; dets sterke grener blev revet av og tørket bort; ild fortærte dem.

⁴ Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands.

⁵ They have mouths, but they don't speak. They have eyes, but they don't see.

⁶ They have ears, but they don't hear. They have noses, but they don't smell.