To whom will ye liken me, and make me equal, and compare me, that we may be like? They lavish gold out of the bag, and weigh silver in the balance, and hire a goldsmith; and he maketh it a god: they fall down, yea, they worship. They bear him upon the shoulder, they carry him, and set him in his place, and he standeth; from his place shall he not remove: yea, one shall cry unto him, yet can he not answer, nor save him out of his trouble.
There is no image that could ever represent the absolute and exclusive God. Yet, the people still paid generous amounts to a goldsmith to make a god for them. They bowed themselves in worship, they carried it, and when they set it down, it stayed there, unable to move. The idols they trusted could neither hear prayer nor save.