Thus says the LORD, the Holy One of Israel, and his Maker, Ask me about things to come concerning my sons, and concerning the work of my hands give me a command.
Woe to him that strives with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashions it, What are you making? or your work, He has no hands?
A son honors his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is my honor? and if I be a master, where is my fear? says the LORD of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. And you say, How have we despised your name?
Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh who corrected us, and we showed them respect: shall we not much more be in subjection to the Father of spirits, and live?