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He forms the light, and create the darkness

He makes weal and creates woe

Woe to anyone who contends with their Maker

A potsherd among potsherds of the earth!

Woe to anyone who asks a father, "What are you begetting?"

So that all may know, from the rising of the sun

To its setting, that there is none besides him

He will go before you

And level the mountains

Bronze doors he will shatter

He will give you treasures of darkness

Riches hidden away

They are

Put to shame

And disgrace, all of them

They go

In disgrace

It is he who arms you, though you do not know him

He has not spoken in secret

From some place in the land of darkness

So that all may know, from the rising of the sun

To its setting, that there is none besides him

To him every knee shall bend

By him every tongue shall swear

He forms the light, and creates the darkness

He makes weal and creates woe

Woe to anyone who contends with their Maker

A potsherd among potsherds of the earth!