Whenever a clay pot he was working on was ruined, he would rework it into a new clay pot the way he wanted to make it.
How horrible it will be for the one who quarrels with his maker. He is pottery among other earthenware pots. Does the clay ask the one who shapes it, “What are you making?” Does your work say to you, “There are no handles”?
I went to the potter’s house, and he was working there at his wheel.
The Lord spoke his word to me. The Lord asked,
“Nation of Israel, can’t I do with you as this potter does with clay? Nation of Israel, you are like the clay in the potter’s hands.