⁸ Yet you, Lord, are our Father.^(A)
    We are the clay, you are the potter;^(B)
    we are all the work of your hand.^(C)

⁴ Have you not just called to me:
    ‘My Father,^(A) my friend from my youth,^(B)

“‘How gladly would I treat you like my children
    and give you a pleasant land,^(A)
    the most beautiful inheritance^(B) of any nation.’
I thought you would call me ‘Father’^(C)
    and not turn away from following me.