¹² I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.

⁴ I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

⁵ Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

¹⁴ And He hath broken it As the breaking of the potters' bottle, Beaten down -- He doth not spare, Nor is there found, in its beating down, A potsherd to take fire from the burning, And to draw out waters from a ditch.

⁹ Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

⁸³ For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.

¹¹ I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.

¹² My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

²¹ hath not the potter authority over the clay, out of the same lump to make the one vessel to honour, and the one to dishonour?

²² And if God, willing to shew the wrath and to make known His power, did endure, in much long suffering, vessels of wrath fitted for destruction,

²⁷ and he shall rule them with a rod of iron -- as the vessels of the potter they shall be broken -- as I also have received from my Father;