¹⁰ Create in me a pure heart,^(A) O God,
    and renew a steadfast spirit within me.^(B)

⁹ “Woe to those who quarrel^(A) with their Maker,^(B)
    those who are nothing but potsherds^(C)
    among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,^(D)
    ‘What are you making?’^(E)
Does your work say,
    ‘The potter has no hands’?^(F)

⁸ Yet you, Lord, are our Father.^(A)
    We are the clay, you are the potter;^(B)
    we are all the work of your hand.^(C)

¹⁶ Their land will be an object of horror^(A)
    and of lasting scorn;^(B)
all who pass by will be appalled^(C)
    and will shake their heads.^(D)