Bel has fallen, Nabo is broken to pieces, their graven images are gone to the wild beasts and the cattle: ye take them packed up as a burden to the weary, exhausted, hungry, and at the same time helpless man;
Ἔπεσε Βὴλ, συνετρίβη Ναβὼ, ἐγένετο τὰ γλυπτὰ αὐτῶν εἰς θηρία, καὶ τὰ κτήνη· αἴρετε αὐτὰ καταδεδεμένα ὡς φορτίον κοπιῶντι ἐκλευμένῳ,