- Woe to you who strive with your Maker,
earthen vessels with the potter!
Does the clay say to the one who fashions it, “What are you making”?
or “Your work has no handles”?
This God—his way is perfect;
the promise of the Lord proves true;
he is a shield for all who take refuge in him. O God, you are my God, I seek you,
my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
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