Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.
Lo, their good 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, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.