Calcutta nr. 326
You compounded me of clay & water what can I do
And you wove this wool & fine linen what can I do
Every good & bad that from me comes into existence
You wrote upon my forehead, what can I do.
O Lord, 't was Thou kneadedst the clay of me! What should I do?
Silk and wool, 't was Thou spanst this array of me! What should I do?
Every good thing and bad thing to being from me which should come
On my forehead Thou wrot'st the first day of me! What should I do?
O, Lord! It was Thou who my clay did'st knead. What should I do ?
And of my silk and wool did'st spin the thread. What should I do?
All good and bad that from my being come,
It was Thou who did'st write upon my head. What should I do?