Look, you are nothing, and your accomplishments are nonexistent; the one who chooses to worship you is disgusting.

Those who trust in idols will turn back and be utterly humiliated, those who say to metal images, ‘You are our gods.’”

You will not be buried with them, because you destroyed your land and killed your people. The offspring of the wicked will never be mentioned again.

Now go, write it down on a tablet in their presence, inscribe it on a scroll, so that it might be preserved for a future time as an enduring witness.

Predict how future events will turn out, so we might know you are gods. Yes, do something good or bad, so we might be frightened and in awe.

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,

They will not work in vain, or give birth to children that will experience disaster. For the Lord will bless their children and their descendants.

You are my witnesses,” says the Lord, “my servant whom I have chosen, so that you may consider and believe in me, and understand that I am he. No god was formed before me, and none will outlive me.

Indeed, the coastlands look eagerly for me, the large ships are in the lead, bringing your sons from far away, along with their silver and gold, to honor the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, for he has bestowed honor on you.