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Rain down righteousness, you heavens;
    let the skies pour it down from above.
Let the earth open up
    so that salvation may blossom forth,
and let justice also spring up;
    I, the Lord, have created it.
Woe to anyone who rises up against his Maker,
    or to the pot that is displeased with the potter.
Does the clay say to the one who molds it,
    “What are you doing?
    Your work makes no sense.”
10 Woe to anyone who asks a father,
    “What are you begetting?”
or who says to a mother,
    “To what have you given birth?”

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“You heavens above, rain(A) down my righteousness;(B)
    let the clouds shower it down.
Let the earth open wide,
    let salvation(C) spring up,
let righteousness flourish with it;
    I, the Lord, have created it.

“Woe to those who quarrel(D) with their Maker,(E)
    those who are nothing but potsherds(F)
    among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,(G)
    ‘What are you making?’(H)
Does your work say,
    ‘The potter has no hands’?(I)
10 Woe to the one who says to a father,
    ‘What have you begotten?’
or to a mother,
    ‘What have you brought to birth?’

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