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Whom can you regard as my equal?
    To whom can you compare me as identical?
Some pour out gold from a purse
    and weigh out silver on the scales.
Then they hire a goldsmith
    who fashions it into a god
    before which they prostrate themselves in adoration.
They lift it to their shoulders and carry it;
    when they return it to its place, it stands there,
    unable to budge from the spot.
If you cry out to it, it cannot reply,
    nor can it save anyone from trouble.

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