Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger-- the staff in their hands is My wrath.
Rise up, LORD! Confront him; bring him down. With Your sword, save me from the wicked.
With Your hand, LORD, [save me] from men, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life: You fill their bellies with what You have in store, their sons are satisfied, and they leave their surplus to their children.
You are My battle club, My weapons of war. With you I will smash nations; with you I will bring kingdoms to ruin.
With you I will smash the horse and its rider; with you I will smash the chariot and its rider.
With you I will smash man and woman; with you I will smash the old man and the youth; with you I will smash the young man and the virgin.
With you I will smash the shepherd and his flock; with you I will smash the farmer and his ox-team. With you I will smash governors and officials.
Will you still say: I am a god, in the presence of those who kill you? Yet you will be [shown to be] a man, not a god, in the hands of those who kill you.
But who are you-- anyone who talks back to God? Will what is formed say to the one who formed it, "Why did you make me like this?"
Or has the potter no right over His clay, to make from the same lump one piece of pottery for honor and another for dishonor?