Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?

Cursed is he who has an argument with his Maker, the pot which has an argument with the Potter! Will the wet earth say to him who is working with it, What are you doing, that your work has nothing by which it may be gripped?

Ουαι εις τον αντιμαχομενον προς τον Ποιητην αυτου. Ας αντιμαχεται το οστρακον προς τα οστρακα της γης· ο πηλος θελει ειπει προς τον πλαττοντα αυτον, Τι καμνεις; η το εργον σου, Ουτος δεν εχει χειρας;

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?