Jeremiah 10
A Satire On Idolatry
1Hear the word which the LORD speaks to you, O house of Israel.
2Thus says the LORD,
And do not be terrified by the signs of the heavens
Although the nations are terrified by them;
Because it is wood cut from the forest,
The work of the hands of a craftsman with a cutting tool.
They fasten it with nails and with hammers
So that it will not totter.
And they cannot speak;
They must be carried,
Because they cannot walk!
Do not fear them,
For they can do no harm,
Nor can they do any good.”
You are great, and great is Your name in might.
Indeed it is Your due!
For among all the wise men of the nations
And in all their kingdoms,
There is none like You.
In their discipline of delusion—their idol is wood!
And gold from Uphaz,
The work of a craftsman and of the hands of a goldsmith;
Violet and purple are their clothing;
They are all the work of skilled men.
He is the living God and the everlasting King.
At His wrath the earth quakes,
And the nations cannot endure His indignation.
11Thus you shall say to them, “The gods that did not make the heavens and the earth will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.”
Who established the world by His wisdom;
And by His understanding He has stretched out the heavens.
And He causes the clouds to ascend from the end of the earth;
He makes lightning for the rain,
And brings out the wind from His storehouses.
Every goldsmith is put to shame by his idols;
For his molten images are deceitful,
And there is no breath in them.
In the time of their punishment they will perish.
For the Maker of all is He,
And Israel is the tribe of His inheritance;
The LORD of hosts is His name.
You who dwell under siege!
18For thus says the LORD,
At this time,
And will cause them distress,
That they may be found.”
My wound is incurable.
But I said, “Truly this is a sickness,
And I must bear it.”
And all my ropes are broken;
My sons have gone from me and are no more.
There is no one to stretch out my tent again
Or to set up my curtains.
And have not sought the LORD;
Therefore they have not prospered,
And all their flock is scattered.
A great commotion out of the land of the north—
To make the cities of Judah
A desolation, a haunt of jackals.
Nor is it in a man who walks to direct his steps.
Not with Your anger, or You will bring me to nothing.
And on the families that do not call Your name;
For they have devoured Jacob;
They have devoured him and consumed him
And have laid waste his habitation.