The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands. They have mouths, but they do not speak. Eyes they have, but they do not see. They have ears, but they do not hear, nor is there any breath in their mouths. Those who make them are like them; so is everyone who trusts in them.
The psalmist draws a great (and obvious) constrast between worthless idols and the true and living God. God is real and personal in every way that an idol is not.
