We are fragile like clay pots
ÒYour hands shaped me
and made me. Will you now turn and destroy
me? Remember that you molded me like
clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?Ó –
Job 10:8-9
ÒYou will rule them
with an iron scepter; you will dash them to pieces
like pottery.Ó – Psalm 2:9