¹² I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

⁴ I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

⁵ Set apart among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

¹⁴ He shall break it as a potter's vessel is broken, breaking it in pieces without sparing; so that there shall not be found among the pieces of it a broken piece with which to take fire from the hearth, or to dip up water out of the cistern."

⁹ You shall break them with a rod of iron. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel."

⁸³ For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don't forget your statutes.

¹¹ I said, I shall not see Yah, Yah in the land of the living: I shall see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.

¹² My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.

²¹ Or hasn't the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel for honor, and another for dishonor?

²² What if God, willing to show his wrath, and to make his power known, endured with much patience vessels of wrath made for destruction,

²⁷ He will rule them with a rod of iron, shattering them like clay pots; as I also have received of my Father: