3. PART.
Isa. 44.9.
They that make graven Images
are all of them meer vanity,
They profit not howe're they please,
as they themselves can testifie;
They see not neither do they know,
But may be sham'd it should be so.
Who makes a God or who hath fram'd
a molten Image good for nought?
Lo all his fellows shall be sham'd,
they are but men that have them wrought:
Let all stand up and gather near
They shall be strook with shame and fear.
The Smith with Tongs doth work it warm,
with Hammers doth he fashion it,
He works it with his strength of arm,
he labours and is hunger-bit:
His strength must fail upon constraint,
He drinks no Water, and is faint.
The Carpenter extends his rule,
with lines he makes it as he please;
He fits it with his plaining tool,
he marks it out with compasses:
He forms it like a man compleat,
To make a household God most neat.