Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his maker?

For I know not to give flattering titles, [else] my maker would soon take me away.

But none says, Where is God my maker who gives songs in the night,

I will fetch my knowledge from afar, and will ascribe righteousness to my maker.

O come, let us worship and bow down. Let us kneel before LORD our maker.

He who oppresses a poor man reproaches his maker, but he who has mercy on a needy man honors him.

He who mocks a poor man reproaches his maker. He who is glad at calamity shall not be unpunished.

Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler, and whoever errs thereby is not wise.

The rich and the poor meet together. LORD is the maker of them all.

He who devises to do evil, men shall call him a mischief-maker.

In that day men shall look to their maker, and their eyes shall have respect for the Holy One of Israel.

Woe to him who strives with his maker, a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to him that fashions it, What are thou making? or thy work, He has no hands?

Thus says LORD, the Holy One of Israel and his maker: Ask me of the things that are to come concerning my sons. And command ye me concerning the work of my hands.

and have forgotten LORD thy maker, who stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth, and fear continually all the day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he makes ready to destroy? And where is the fury

For thy maker is thy husband. LORD of hosts is his name. And the Holy One of Israel is thy Redeemer. He shall be called the God of the whole earth.

And it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashhur brought forth Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, LORD has not called thy name Pashhur, but Magor-missabib.

For Israel has forgotten his maker, and built palaces. And Judah has multiplied fortified cities. But I will send a fire upon his cities, and it shall devour the castles thereof.

What profits the graven image, that the maker of it has engraved it, the molten image, even the teacher of lies, that he who fashions its form trusts in it, to make dumb idols?