“ Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese,clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews?You gave me life and showed me kindness, and in your providence watched over my spirit.
Although we are of the same flesh and blood as our fellow Jews and though our children are as good as theirs, yet we have to subject our sons and daughters to slavery. Some of our daughters have already been enslaved, but we are powerless, because our fields and our vineyards belong to others.”
Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter— when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.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.
