And the vessel that he made of clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter: so he made it again into another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.
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?
O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter does? says the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.