7 I form the light, and create the darkness,I make weal and create woe;I, the Lord, do all these things.
8 Let justice descend, you heavens, like dew from above,like gentle rain let the clouds drop it down.Let the earth open and salvation bud forth;let righteousness spring up with them!I, the Lord, have created this.
9 Woe to anyone who contends with their Maker;a potsherd among potsherds of the earth!Shall the clay say to the potter, “What are you doing?”or, “What you are making has no handles”?
10 Woe to anyone who asks a father, “What are you begetting?”or a woman, “What are you giving birth to?”
11 Thus says the Lord,the Holy One of Israel, his maker:Do you question me about my children,tell me how to treat the work of my hands?
12 It was I who made the earthand created the people upon it;It was my hands that stretched out the heavens;I gave the order to all their host.
13 It was I who stirred him up for justice;all his ways I make level.He shall rebuild my cityand let my exiles go freeWithout price or payment,says the Lord of hosts.