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Does it please you to oppress me, to spurn the work of your hands, while you smile on the plans of the wicked?

“Your hands shaped me and made me. Will you now turn and destroy me?

Does it seem good to you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands and favor the designs of the wicked?

Your hands fashioned and made me, and now you have destroyed me altogether.

What do you gain by oppressing me? Why do you reject me, the work of your own hands, while smiling on the schemes of the wicked?

“‘You formed me with your hands; you made me, yet now you completely destroy me.

Is it good for you to oppress, to reject the work of your hands,  and favor  the plans of the wicked?

“Your hands shaped me and formed me.  Will you now turn and destroy me?

Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

Thine hands have made me and fashioned me Together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.

Does it seem good to You that You should oppress, That You should despise the work of Your hands, And smile on the counsel of the wicked?

‘Your hands have made me and fashioned me, An intricate unity; Yet You would destroy me.

Job prayed: “Here’s what I want to say: Don’t, God, bring in a verdict of guilty without letting me know the charges you’re bringing. How does this fit into what you once called ‘good’— giving me a hard time, spurning me, a life you shaped by your very own hands, and then blessing the plots of the wicked? You don’t look at things the way we mortals do. You’re not taken in by appearances, are you? Unlike us, you’re not working against a deadline. You have all eternity to work things out. So what’s this all about, anyway—this compulsion to dig up some dirt, to find some skeleton in my closet? You know good and well I’m not guilty. You also know no one can help me.

“You made me like a handcrafted piece of pottery— and now are you going to smash me to pieces? Don’t you remember how beautifully you worked my clay? Will you reduce me now to a mud pie? Oh, that marvel of conception as you stirred together semen and ovum— What a miracle of skin and bone, muscle and brain! You gave me life itself, and incredible love. You watched and guarded every breath I took.

‘Is it right for You indeed to oppress, To reject the work of Your hands, And to look favorably on the plan of the wicked?

¶‘Your hands fashioned and made me altogether, Yet would You destroy me?

‘Does it indeed seem right to You to oppress, To despise and reject the work of Your hands, And to look with favor on the schemes of the wicked?

¶‘Your hands have formed and made me altogether. Would You [turn around and] destroy me?

Is it good for you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands, while you smile on the schemes of the wicked?

“Your hands have shaped me and made me, but now you destroy me completely.