⁸ But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

³ Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels.

² The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

¹³ And the Lord said unto me, Cast it unto the potter: a goodly price that I was prised at of them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them to the potter in the house of the Lord.