In that day men will cast away to the moles and bats their idols of silver and gold—the idols they made to worship.
So you will desecrate your silver-plated idols and your gold-plated images. You will throw them away like menstrual clot
For on that day, every one of you will reject the idols of silver and gold that your own hands have sinfully made.
But whatever was gain to me I count as loss for the sake of Christ.
Bel crouches; Nebo cowers. Their idols weigh down beasts and cattle. The images you carry are burdensome, a load to the
O Ephraim, what have I to do anymore with idols? It is I who answer and watch over him. I am like a flourishing cypress;
They pour out their bags of gold and weigh out silver on scales; they hire a goldsmith to fashion it into a god, so they
the stork, any kind of heron, the hoopoe, and the bat.