There we were,<n id="1" /> binding sheaves of grain in the middle of the field. Suddenly my sheaf rose up and stood upright and your sheaves surrounded my sheaf and bowed down<n id="2" /> to it!&#8221;

<p class="poetry">All their watchmen<n id="1" /> are blind,p> <p class="poetry">they are unaware.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">All of them are like mute dogs,p> <p class="poetry">unable to bark.p> <p class="poetry">They pant,<n id="3" /> lie down,p> <p class="poetry">and love to snooze.p>

<p class="poetry">What good<n id="1" /> is an idol? Why would a craftsman make it?<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">What good is a metal image that gives misleading oracles?<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">Why would its creator place his trust in it<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">and make<n id="5" /> such mute, worthless things?p>