Isaías 46

1Bel bows down, Nebo stoops; their idols 2Together they bend low, kneel down; they cannot rescue the images, 3Listen to me, house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, 4Even to your old age I am he, and until your hair is gray I will carry you. 5To whom will you compare me? Who do you think I resemble, so that we may be compared? 6People pour out gold from the bag and weigh silver on the scale. 7They lift it on their shoulder and carry it; they set it in its place, and it stands in its place and does not move from it. 8Think about these things; never ignore them, you rebels! 9Think about the earlier things, those of times past, 10I announce the end from the beginning, and beforehand what has not yet happened; 11I call a bird of prey from the east, the man of my choice from a distant land; 12Listen to me, you stubborn people, who are far from doing what is right.