I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
Marvellous are thy works;
And that my soul knoweth right well.

My substance was not hid from thee,
When I was made in secret,
And curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, "Why hast thou made me thus?" Hath not the potter power over the clay?

But they measuring themselves by themselves, and comparing themselves among themselves, are not wise.