¹² I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.

⁴ I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:

⁵ My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.

¹⁴ And he will let it be broken as a potter's vessel is broken: it will be smashed to bits without mercy; so that there will not be a bit in which one may take fire from the fireplace, or water from the spring.

⁹ They will be ruled by you with a rod of iron; they will be broken like a potter's vessel.

⁸³ For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.

¹¹ I said, I will not see the Lord, even the Lord in the land of the living: I will not see man again or those living in the world.

¹² My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.

²¹ Or has not the potter the right to make out of one part of his earth a vessel for honour, and out of another a vessel for shame?

²² What if God, desiring to let his wrath and his power be seen, for a long time put up with the vessels of wrath which were ready for destruction:

²⁷ And he will be ruling them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of the potter they will be broken, even as I have power from my Father: