Isaiah 45:8-10

New International Reader's Version

⁸ “ ‘Rain down my godliness, you heavens above.
    Let the clouds shower it down.
Let the earth open wide to receive it.
    Let freedom spring to life.
Let godliness grow richly along with it.
    I have created all these things.
    I am the Lord.’ ”

⁹ How terrible it will be for anyone who argues with their Maker!
    They are like a broken piece of pottery lying on the ground.
Does clay say to a potter,
    “What are you making?”
Does a pot say,
    “The potter doesn’t have any skill”?
¹⁰ How terrible it will be for anyone who says to a father,
    “Why did you give me life?”
How terrible for anyone who says to a mother,
    “Why have you brought me into the world?”