‘Your hands have made me and fashioned me, An intricate unity; Yet You would destroy me.
Your hands have made me and fashioned me; Give me understanding, that I may learn Your commandments.
Everyone who is called by My name, Whom I have created for My glory; I have formed him, yes, I have made him.”
Does it seem good to You that You should oppress, That You should despise the work of Your hands, And smile on the counsel of the wicked?
It is all one thing; Therefore I say, ‘He destroys the blameless and the wicked.’
Who is he who will contend with me? If now I hold my tongue, I perish.
For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
He fashions their hearts individually; He considers all their works.
Know that the Lord, He is God; It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
The Lord will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hands.
My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them.
For He crushes me with a tempest, And multiplies my wounds without cause.