Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?
Where the word of a king is, there is power: and who may say unto him, What doest thou?
For the LORD of hosts hath purposed, and who shall disannul it? and his hand is stretched out, and who shall turn it back?
All nations before him are as nothing; and they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity.
Yea, before the day was I am he; and there is none that can deliver out of my hand: I will work, and who shall let it?
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?
Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus?