Yet 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 who strives with his maker, the potsherd with the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to the potter, “What are you making?” Or the thing you are making say, “He has no hands”?
O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter? says the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.