Did not the one who made me in the womb make them? Did not the same one form us in the womb?
for I do not know how to give honorary titles, if I did, my Creator would quickly do away with me.
Your thinking is perverse! Should the potter be regarded as clay? Should the thing made say about its maker, “He didn’t make me”? Or should the pottery say about the potter, “He doesn’t understand”?