I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am a man who has no strength,like one set loose among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.
and its breaking is like that of a potter’s vessel that is smashed so ruthlessly that among its fragments not a shard is found with which to take fire from the hearth, or to dip up water out of the cistern.”
Has the potter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump one vessel for honorable use and another for dishonorable use?What if God, desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction,
I said, I shall not see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world.My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;