Comes round to thee the cup of Jehovah’s right hand,
And foul shame[413] on thy glory.
For the violence to Lebānon shall cover thee,
The destruction of the beasts shall affray thee.[414]
For men’s blood, and earth’s waste,
Cities and all their inhabitants.[415]
FIFTH TAUNT-SONG (ii. 18–20).
What boots an image, when its artist has graven it,
A cast-image and lie-oracle, that its moulder has
trusted upon it,