67. The beasts are better than they—beasts can help themselves by fleeing to shelter.
68. Thus is it in no way apparent to us that they are gods; so do not fear them.
69. For like a scarecrow in a cucumber patch, providing no protection, are their wooden, gilded, silvered gods.
70. Just like a thornbush in a garden on which perches every kind of bird, or like a corpse hurled into darkness, are their wooden, gilded, silvered gods.
71. From the rotting of the purple and the linen upon them, you can know that they are not gods; they themselves will in the end be consumed, and be a disgrace in the land.