Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?
And it shall be, if they refuse to take the cup at thy hand to drink, then shalt thou say unto them, Thus saith Jehovah of hosts: Ye shall surely drink.
These things hast thou done, and I kept silence;\par\tab Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself:\par\tab {\i But} I will reprove thee, and set {\i them} in order before thine eyes.