I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.
Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'
And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.
Blessed `is' Jehovah to the age. Amen, and amen!
And He hath broken it As the breaking of the potters' bottle, Beaten down -- He doth not spare, Nor is there found, in its beating down, A potsherd to take fire from the burning, And to draw out waters from a ditch.
and he shall rule them with a rod of iron -- as the vessels of the potter they shall be broken -- as I also have received from my Father;