Whenever a piece of pottery turned out imperfect, he would take the clay and make it into something else.
Does a clay pot dare argue with its maker, a pot that is like all the others? Does the clay ask the potter what he is doing? Does the pot complain that its maker has no skill?
So I went there and saw the potter working at his wheel.
Then the Lord said to me,
“Don't I have the right to do with you people of Israel what the potter did with the clay? You are in my hands just like clay in the potter's hands.