Does an axe raise itself above the one who swings it? Does a saw boast over him who saws with it? It would be like a rod waving the one who lifts it, or a staff lifting him who is not wood!
But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, “Why did You make me like th
Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker—one clay pot among many. Does the clay ask the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Doe
Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger; the staff in their hands is My wrath.
You have turned things upside down, as if the potter were regarded as clay. Shall what is formed say to him who formed i
Will you still say, ‘I am a god,’ in the presence of those who slay you? You will be only a man, not a god, in the hands
“You are My war club, My weapon for battle. With you I shatter nations; with you I bring kingdoms to ruin.
Arise, O LORD, confront them! Bring them to their knees; deliver me from the wicked by Your sword,