I am like a piece of a broken pot. I am forgotten as if I were dead.
You will be like a clay jar that breaks, smashed into many pieces. Those pieces will be too small to take coals from the fire or to get water from a well.”
Even though I am like a wine bag going up in smoke, I do not forget your demands.
You will rule over them with an iron rod. You will break them into pieces like pottery.”
‘You will rule over them with an iron rod, as when pottery is broken into pieces.’
“God has made my brothers my enemies, and my friends have become strangers.
My relatives have gone away, and my friends have forgotten me.
Some people set traps to kill me. Those who want to hurt me plan trouble; all day long they think up lies.
Praise the Lord forever! Amen and amen.