<p class="poetry">It stands still,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">but I cannot recognize<n id="2" /> its appearance;p> <p class="poetry">an image is before my eyes,p> <p class="poetry">and I hear a murmuring voice:<n id="3" />p>

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;You shall not make for yourself a carved image<n id="1" /> or any likeness<n id="2" /> of anything<n id="3" /> that is in heaven above or that is on the earth beneath or that is in the water below.<n id="4" />

<t /><p class="bodytext">Be very careful,<n id="1" /> then, because you saw no form at the time the <sc>Lordsc> spoke to you at Horeb from the middle of the fire.

You must not make for yourself an image<n id="1" /> of anything in heaven above, on earth below, or in the waters beneath.<n id="2" />