19  ^sWoe to him ^twho says to a wooden thing, Awake;

to a silent stone, Arise!

Can this teach?

Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver,

and ^uthere is no breath at all in it.

8  Woe to those who ^ejoin house to house,

who add field to field,

until there is no more room,

and you are made to dwell alone

in the midst of the land.