Who would have believed what we just heard? When was the Lord’s power revealed through him?

Indeed, the Lord who commands armies has a plan, and who can possibly frustrate it? His hand is ready to strike, and who can possibly stop it?

Who is the Lord trying to teach? To whom is he explaining a message? Those just weaned from milk! Those just taken from their mother’s breast!

The one who vindicates me is close by. Who dares to argue with me? Let us confront each other! Who is my accuser? Let him challenge me!

These double disasters confronted you. But who feels sorry for you? Destruction and devastation, famine and sword. But who consoles you?

“To whom can you compare me? Whom do I resemble?” says the Holy One.

To whom can you compare and liken me? Tell me whom you think I resemble, so we can be compared!

I heard the voice of the sovereign master say, “Whom will I send? Who will go on our behalf?” I answered, “Here I am, send me!”

Those who try to hide their plans from the Lord are as good as dead, who do their work in secret and boast, “Who sees us? Who knows what we’re doing?”

Sinners are afraid in Zion; panic grips the godless. They say, ‘Who among us can coexist with destructive fire? Who among us can coexist with unquenchable fire?’

Whom have you taunted and hurled insults at? At whom have you shouted and looked so arrogantly? At the Holy One of Israel!

My servant is truly blind, my messenger is truly deaf. My covenant partner, the servant of the Lord, is truly blind.

At whom are you laughing? At whom are you opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue? You are the children of rebels, the offspring of liars,

Who comprehends the mind of the Lord, or gives him instruction as his counselor?

To whom can you compare God? To what image can you liken him?

Who among you will pay attention to this? Who will listen attentively in the future?

Who forms a god and casts an idol that will prove worthless?

Who are these who float along like a cloud, who fly like doves to their shelters?

When you enter my presence, do you actually think I want this – animals trampling on my courtyards?

Who planned this for royal Tyre, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the dignitaries of the earth?