Thy hands have framed me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
Lo, their prosperity is not in their hand: The counsel of the wicked is far from me.
Yet he filled their houses with good things: But the counsel of the wicked is far from me.
O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed, Happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee As thou hast served us.
But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.