People want to forget me like someone already dead, thrown away like a broken dish.
You will be like a large clay jar that breaks into many small, useless pieces. You cannot use them to get a hot coal from the fire or to get water from a pool in the ground.”
Even when I am like a dried wineskin on the trash pile, I will not forget your laws.
You will rule over them with great power. You will scatter your enemies like broken pieces of pottery!”
They will rule the nations with an iron rod. They will break them to pieces like clay pots.
“God has made my brothers hate me. Those who knew me have become strangers.
My relatives have left me. My friends have forgotten me.
My enemies say bad things about me. They are spreading lies and rumors. They talk about me all the time.
Praise the Lord forever! Amen and Amen!