Psalm 115:4-8 is as ironic a blason as Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130. Like many of the descriptions in the Song of Songs, the Psalmist begins from the head and moves to the feet, but instead of celebrating the beauty of the idols of gold and silver he focuses on their incapacity at every point. They are un-creations, seven-fold nothings, possessing impotent mouths, eyes, ears, noses, hands, feet, and throats.
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