⁸ Rain down from above, you heavens,
    and pour down righteousness, you skies.
        Let the earth open.
            Let salvation and righteousness sprout.
                Let them spring up.
    I, Yahweh, have created them.

⁹ How horrible it will be for the one who quarrels with his maker.
    He is pottery among other earthenware pots.
        Does the clay ask the one who shapes it, “What are you making?”
        Does your work say to you, “There are no handles”?
¹⁰ How horrible it will be for the one
    who says to his father, “Why did you conceive me?”
        or to his mother, “Why did you go through labor pains for me?”