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Rain, you heavens, from above,
    and let the skies pour down righteousness.
Let the earth open, that it may produce salvation,
    and let it cause righteousness to spring up with it.
I, Yahweh, have created it.

Woe to him who strives with his Maker—
    a clay pot among the clay pots of the earth!
Shall the clay ask him who fashions it, ‘What are you making?’
    or your work, ‘He has no hands?’
10 Woe to him who says to a father, ‘What have you become the father of?’
    or to a mother, ‘What have you given birth to?’”

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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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