⁸ “You heavens above, rain^(A) down my righteousness;^(B)
    let the clouds shower it down.
Let the earth open wide,
    let salvation^(C) spring up,
let righteousness flourish with it;
    I, the Lord, have created it.

⁹ “Woe to those who quarrel^(D) with their Maker,^(E)
    those who are nothing but potsherds^(F)
    among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,^(G)
    ‘What are you making?’^(H)
Does your work say,
    ‘The potter has no hands’?^(I)
10 Woe to the one who says to a father,
    ‘What have you begotten?’
or to a mother,
    ‘What have you brought to birth?’