Woe to the one who strives with their Maker— a clay pot among the clay pots of the earth! Does the clay ask the one who fashions it, ‘What are you making?’ or does your work say, ‘He has no hands?’
Y’all must kiss the Son, otherwise ʜᴇ will be angry, and y’all will perish on the way, For ʜɪꜱ wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all those who take refuge in ʜɪᴍ.
But Jeshurun grew fat, and kicked. You have grown fat. You have grown thick. You have become sleek. Then he abandoned God who made him, and rejected the Rock of his salvation.
We all fell to the ground, and I heard a voice saying to me in Aramaic, ‘Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me? It is hard for you to kick against the goads.’
Not that I have already obtained it or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which I was taken hold of by Christ Jesus.