9 vae qui contradicit fictori suo testa de samiis terrae numquid dicet lutum figulo suo quid facis et opus tuum absque manibus est
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“Woe to those who quarrel with their Maker, those who are nothing but potsherds among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Does your work say, ‘The potter has no hands’?