“We have made a covenant with Death,+

And with the Grave* we have made an agreement.*

When the raging flash flood passes through,

It will not reach us,

For we have made a lie our refuge

And we have hidden ourselves in falsehood.”+

Every metalworker will be put to shame because of the carved image;+

For his metal image* is a falsehood,

And there is no spirit* in them.+