I am counted with those who go down to the pit; I am like a man who has no strength,Adrift among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom You remember no more, And who are cut off from Your hand.
And He shall break it like the breaking of the potter’s vessel, Which is broken in pieces; He shall not spare. So there shall not be found among its fragments A shard to take fire from the hearth, Or to take water from the cistern.”
Does not the potter have power over the clay, from the same lump to make one vessel for honor and another for dishonor?What if God, wanting to show His wrath and to make His power known, endured with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath prepared for destruction,
I said,“ I shall not see YAH, The Lord in the land of the living; I shall observe man no more among the inhabitants of the world.My life span is gone, Taken from me like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.