Isaiah 44:9

‘Cursed is the man who makes a graven image or a molten image, an abomination to Yahweh, the work of the hands of the craftsman, and sets it up in secret.’ And all the people shall answer and say, ‘Amen.’

and have put their gods into the fire, for they were not gods but the work of men’s hands, wood and stone. So they have destroyed them.

Let all those be ashamed who serve graven images, Who boast of idols; Worship Him, all you gods!

Those who make them will become like them, Everyone who trusts in them.

O Yahweh, Your hand is raised up high, yet they do not behold it. They behold Your zeal for the people and are put to shame; Indeed, fire will devour Your adversaries.

Behold, you are nothing, And your work is non-existent; He who chooses you is an abomination.

“Behold, all of them are false; Their works are non-existent; Their molten images are wind and utter formlessness.

They will be turned back and be utterly put to shame, Who trust in graven images, Who say to molten images, “You are our gods.”

All the nations have gathered together So that the peoples may be assembled. Who among them can declare this And make us hear the former things? Let them present their witnesses that they may be justified, Or let them hear and say, “It is true.”

Behold, all his companions will be put to shame. The craftsmen themselves are mere men. Let them all assemble themselves, let them stand up, let them be in dread, let them together be put to shame.

They will be put to shame and even dishonored, all of them; The craftsmen of idols will go away together in dishonor.

Therefore, thus says Lord Yahweh, “Behold, My slaves will eat, but you will be hungry. Behold, My slaves will drink, but you will be thirsty. Behold, My slaves will be glad, but you will be put to shame.

For the statutes of the peoples are vanity Because it is wood cut from the forest, The work of the hands of a craftsman with a cutting tool.

“What profit is the graven image when its maker has engraved it, Or a molten image, a teacher of lies? For its maker trusts in his own making When he fashions speechless idols.

The Futility of Idolatry