“ Your hands shaped me and formed me. Will you now turn and destroy me?Please remember that you formed me like clay. Will you now return me to dust?Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?You clothed me with skin and flesh, and wove me together with bones and tendons.You gave me life and faithful love, and your care has guarded my life.
Don’t all of us have one Father? Didn’t one God create us? Why then do we act treacherously against one another, profaning the covenant of our ancestors?
We and our children are just like our countrymen and their children, yet we are subjecting our sons and daughters to slavery. Some of our daughters are already enslaved, but we are powerless because our fields and vineyards belong to others.”
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, to bring the poor and homeless into your house, to clothe the naked when you see him, and not to ignore your own flesh and blood?
I will praise you because I have been remarkably and wondrously made. Your works are wondrous, and I know this very well.My bones were not hidden from you when I was made in secret, when I was formed in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were written in your book and planned before a single one of them began.
