I am as good as dead, like a strong man with no strength left.They have left me among the dead, and I lie like a corpse in a grave. I am forgotten, cut off from your care.
You will be smashed like a piece of pottery— shattered so completely that there won’t be a piece big enough to carry coals from a fireplace or a little water from the well.”
When a potter makes jars out of clay, doesn’t he have a right to use the same lump of clay to make one jar for decoration and another to throw garbage into?In the same way, even though God has the right to show his anger and his power, he is very patient with those on whom his anger falls, who are destined for destruction.
I said,“ Never again will I see the Lord God while still in the land of the living. Never again will I see my friends or be with those who live in this world.My life has been blown away like a shepherd’s tent in a storm. It has been cut short, as when a weaver cuts cloth from a loom. Suddenly, my life was over.