And its breaking is as the breaking of a potter’s vessel; when shattered he has no pity; for in its breaking there is not found a shard to take up fire from the hearth, nor to skim water from a pool.
and shall say to them, So says Jehovah of Hosts, So I will break this people and this city, as one breaks the potter’s vessel that cannot be healed again. And they shall bury in Tophet, there being no place to bury.
Is this man Coniah a despised shattered jar, or a vessel in which is no pleasure? Why are they cast out, he and his seed, and are cast into the land which they do not know?
Young and old lie on the ground of the outside places. My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword. You have killed in the day of Your anger. You have killed, You have not pitied.
For I have bent Judah for Me as a bow; I filled it with Ephraim. And I will stir up your sons, O Zion, against your sons, O Greece, and make you as the sword of a mighty man.