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I form the light and create darkness;
    I make peace and create calamity;
    I, the Lord, do all these things.

Drip down, O heavens, from above,
    and let the clouds pour down righteousness;
let the earth open up,
    and let them bring forth salvation,
and let righteousness spring up together.
    I, the Lord, have created it.

Woe to him who strives with his Maker,
    the potsherd with the potsherds of the earth!
Shall the clay say to the potter,
    “What are you making?”
Or the thing you are making say,
    “He has no hands”?

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