I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
He has put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintances are indeed estranged from me.
My kinfolk have left, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
For I am become like a wineskin in the smoke; yet do I not forget your statutes.
You shall break them with a rod of iron; you shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long.
Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen.
And he shall break it like the breaking of the potters’ vessel that is broken in pieces; he shall not spare: so that there shall not be found in the bursting of it a shard to take fire from the hearth, or to take water with out of the pit.
And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; as the vessels of a potter shall they be broken to pieces: even as I received from my Father.