1
As I continued on the road, my heart was divided within me. I said, 'What is this work of my father? Is he not greater than the elohim he makes, since they come into being through his hand, his cutting, and his skill?
2
Merumath fell and could not rise. Even when my father and I raised him, his head broke, and another stone became his body.
3
The five images could not defend themselves from the ass, nor punish the beast that shattered them; and their fragments could not return from the river.
4
If this is so, how can Merumath rescue an ish, hear prayer, or give reward?'