And whenever the clay would not take the shape he wanted, he would change his mind and form it into some other shape.
Israel, you have no right to argue with your Creator. You are merely a clay pot shaped by a potter. The clay doesn't ask, “Why did you make me this way? Where are the handles?”
I went there and saw the potter making clay pots on his pottery wheel.
Then the LORD told me to say:
People of Israel, I, the LORD, have power over you, just as a potter has power over clay.