Your hands fashioned and made me, and now you have destroyed me altogether.Remember that you have made me like clay; and will you return me to the dust?Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.You have granted me life and steadfast love, and your care has preserved my spirit.
Now our flesh is as the flesh of our brothers, our children are as their children. Yet we are forcing our sons and our daughters to be slaves, and some of our daughters have already been enslaved, but it is not in our power to help it, for other men have our fields and our vineyards.”
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
