Your hands made me and shaped my body. But now they are closing around me and squeezing me to death!
With your hands you made me and helped me become what I am. Now help me learn and understand your commands.
Bring to me all the people who are mine—the people who have my name. I made them for myself. I made them, and they are mine.
Do you enjoy hurting me? Do you enjoy ignoring me while smiling at what evil people say?
So I say, ‘Does it make any difference? God destroys the innocent as well as the guilty.’
If anyone can prove I am wrong, I will shut up and wait to die.
I know you will lead me to my death, to that place where all the living must go.
He created every person’s mind, and he knows what each one is doing.
Know that the Lord is God. He made us, and we belong to him. We are his people, the sheep he takes care of.
Lord, I know you will do what you have promised. Lord, your faithful love will last forever. You are the one who made us, so don’t leave us!
You could see my bones grow as my body took shape, hidden in my mother’s womb.
You watched my body grow there. In your book you wrote about all the days planned for me before any of them had happened.
He would just send storms to crush me. He would give me more wounds for no reason.