¹⁵ Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.

³¹ An oppressor of the poor reproacheth his Maker, And whoso is honouring Him Is favouring the needy.

¹⁹ That hath not accepted the person of princes, Nor hath known the rich before the poor, For a work of His hands `are' all of them.

² Rich and poor have met together, The Maker of them all `is' Jehovah.

⁵ and now, as the flesh of our brethren `is' our flesh, as their sons `are' our sons, and lo, we are subduing our sons and our daughters for servants, and there are of our daughters subdued, and our hand hath no might, and our fields and our vineyards `are' to others.'

³ Is it good for Thee that Thou dost oppress? That Thou despisest the labour of Thy hands, And on the counsel of the wicked hast shone?

⁸ Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

⁹ Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

¹⁰ Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?

¹¹ Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.

¹² Life and kindness Thou hast done with me. And Thy inspection hath preserved my spirit.

¹⁴ I confess Thee, because that `with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful `are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing `it' well.

¹⁵ My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

¹⁶ Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.

⁷ Is it not to deal to the hungry thy bread, And the mourning poor bring home, That thou seest the naked and cover him, And from thine own flesh hide not thyself?

¹⁰ Have we not all one father? Hath not our God prepared us? Wherefore do we deal treacherously, Each against his brother, To pollute the covenant of our fathers?