potsherd And he took him a {potsherd} to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes. potsherd My strength is dried up like a {potsherd}; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. potsherd Burning lips and a wicked heart [are like] a {potsherd} covered with silver dross. potsherd 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? ~~~~~~