Wilt thou not from this time cry unto me, My father, thou art the guide of my youth?

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Have you not just called to me:
    ‘My Father,(A) my friend from my youth,(B)

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But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

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Yet you, Lord, are our Father.(A)
    We are the clay, you are the potter;(B)
    we are all the work of your hand.(C)

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