חֶ֫רֶשׂ

The clay pot in which the sin offering is boiled must be broken; if it is boiled in a bronze pot, the pot must be scoured and rinsed with water.

If any of them falls into a clay pot, everything in it will be unclean; you must break the pot.

Then the priest shall command that one of the birds be slaughtered over fresh water in a clay pot.

…and he shall slaughter one of the birds over fresh water in a clay pot.

Any clay pot that the man with the discharge touches must be broken, and any wooden utensil must be rinsed with water.

Then he is to take some holy water in a clay jar and put some of the dust from the tabernacle floor into the water.

And Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself as he sat among the ashes.

His undersides are jagged potsherds, spreading out the mud like a threshing sledge.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.

Like glaze covering an earthen vessel are burning lips and a wicked heart.

It will break in pieces like a potter’s jar, shattered so that no fragment can be found. Not a shard will be found in the dust large enough to scoop the coals from a hearth or to skim the water from a cistern.”

Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker—one clay pot among many. Does the clay ask the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Does your work say, ‘He has no hands’?

This is what the LORD says: “Go and buy a clay jar from a potter. Take some of the elders of the people and leaders of the priests,

“This is what the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, says: Take these deeds—both the sealed copy and the open copy of the deed of purchase—and put them in a clay jar to preserve them for a long time.

How the precious sons of Zion, once worth their weight in pure gold, are now esteemed as jars of clay, the work of a potter’s hands!

You will drink it and drain it; you will dash it to pieces, and tear your breasts. For I have spoken,’ declares the Lord GOD.