“‘ You formed me with your hands; you made me, yet now you completely destroy me.Remember that you made me from dust— will you turn me back to dust so soon?You guided my conception and formed me in the womb.You clothed me with skin and flesh, and you knit my bones and sinews together.You gave me life and showed me your unfailing love. My life was preserved by your care.
Are we not all children of the same Father? Are we not all created by the same God? Then why do we betray each other, violating the covenant of our ancestors?
We belong to the same family as those who are wealthy, and our children are just like theirs. Yet we must sell our children into slavery just to get enough money to live. We have already sold some of our daughters, and we are helpless to do anything about it, for our fields and vineyards are already mortgaged to others.”
Share your food with the hungry, and give shelter to the homeless. Give clothes to those who need them, and do not hide from relatives who need your help.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous— how well I know it.You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.