“Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?
Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked?
Can anyone bring charges against me? If so, I will be silent and die.
I know you will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.
He would crush me with a storm and multiply my wounds for no reason.
It is all the same; that is why I say, ‘He destroys both the blameless and the wicked.’
Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn your commands.
The Lord will vindicate me; your love, Lord, endures forever— do not abandon the works of your hands.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
he who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do.
everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made.”