Clay: Figurative

…how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who can be crushed like a moth!

He lifted me up from the pit of despair, out of the miry clay; He set my feet upon a rock, and made my footsteps firm.

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’?

But now, O LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.

“O house of Israel, declares the LORD, can I not treat you as this potter treats his clay? Just like clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.

Does not the potter have the right to make from the same lump of clay one vessel for special occasions and another for common use?