8Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made:
8Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made:
5 O house of Jacob, come you, and let us walk in the light of the LORD.
6 Therefore you have forsaken your people the house of Jacob, because they be replenished from the east, and are soothsayers like the Philistines, and they please themselves in the children of strangers.
7 Their land also is full of silver and gold, neither is there any end of their treasures; their land is also full of horses, neither is there any end of their chariots:
8 Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made:
9 And the mean man bows down, and the great man humbles himself: therefore forgive them not.
10 Enter into the rock, and hide you in the dust, for fear of the LORD, and for the glory of his majesty.
2:8Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made:
2:8Their land is full of idols; they bow down to the work of their hands, to what their fingers have made.
2:8And their land is filled with horses: and their chariots are innumerable. Their land also is full of idols: they have adored the work of their own hands, which their own fingers have made.
2:8Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made.
2:8And their land is full of idols; they bow themselves down to the work of their own hands, to that which their fingers have made.
2:8Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made.
2:8Their land also is full of idols; they worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made:
2:8Their land also is full of idols. They worship the work of their own hands, that which their own fingers have made.
2:8And its land is full of idols, To the work of its hands it boweth itself, To that which its fingers have made,