Woe to him who fights with his Former A potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to its former, What are you making? Or does your work say, There are no hands to him?
And all of us falling to the ground, I heard a voice speaking to me, and saying in the Hebrew dialect, Saul, Saul why are you persecuting Me? It is hard for you to kick against the goads.
Both trembling and being astonished he said, Lord, what do You desire me to do? And the Lord said to him, Rise up and go into the city, and it will be told you what you must do.