potsherd And he took him a {potsherd} to scrape himself

withal; and he sat down among the ashes.



potsherd My strength is dried up like a {potsherd};
and

my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the

dust of death.



potsherd Burning lips and a wicked heart [are like] a

{potsherd} covered with silver dross.



potsherd Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker!
[Let]

the {potsherd} [strive] with the potsherds of the earth. Shall
the

clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy
work,

He hath no hands?























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