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“Whom will you make Me like, or make me equal to, or compare me to, so that I would be like him?

“They draw gold out of the bag and weigh silver in the balance, hire a goldsmith to make a god of it. They bow down and worship it.

“They bear it upon their shoulders. They carry him and set him in his place. So he stands, and cannot leave his place. Though one cries to him, yet he cannot answer or deliver him out of his tribulation.

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