1
Hearing this, I grieved within myself. I said, 'How can what an ish makes become the helper of its maker? How can body be subjected to soul, soul to ruach, and ruach to ignorance?'
2
I said to Terach, 'Whichever of these you call elohim, your understanding has wandered. Gold is valued above stone, silver above wood; yet every one of them depends upon the hand of Adam.
3
Barisat was once a living tree, rooted in the earth, full of branch and blossom. You cut him down, carved him, named him an elohim, and fire reduced him to dust.
4
How can you say, "I will make another," when the first could not preserve himself? The thing made cannot be greater than the maker.'