Because of all my adversaries I am the contempt of my neighbors and a dread to my acquaintances. Seeing me on the street, they flee from me.
“He removed my brothers far from me; my acquaintances are only strangers to me.
My relatives have gone away and my close friends have forgotten me.
Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.
You shall break the nations with an iron scepter. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s jar.”
My friends and my companions stay away from my wound, and my kinsmen stand far off.
How Your enemies have mocked, Adonai, how they have mocked the footsteps of Your Anointed One!
Its collapse is like smashing a clay jar, so ruthlessly shattered that a shard will not be found among the pieces to take fire from the hearth or scoop water from the cistern.”
and he shall rule them with an iron rod, as when clay pots are broken into pieces.’