then the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Job 10:9 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 Remember that you fashioned me like clay, and will you turn me to dust again? More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Remember [earnestly], I beseech You, that You have fashioned me as clay [out of the same earth material, exquisitely and elaborately]. And will You bring me into dust again? American Standard Version (1901) Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again? Common English Bible Remember that you made me from clay, and you will return me to dust. Catholic Public Domain Version Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again. |
then the Lord God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
if I say to the Pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’
See, before God I am as you are; I, too, was formed from a piece of clay.
how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth.
Why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lie in the earth; you will seek me, but I shall not be.”
When you hide your face, they are dismayed; when you take away their breath, they die and return to their dust.
Remember us, O Lord, when you show favor to your people; help us when you deliver them,
my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.
Remember how short my time is— for what vanity you have created all mortals!
and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the breath returns to God who gave it.
Woe to those who strive with their Maker, earthen vessels with the potter! Does the clay say to the one who fashions it, “What are you making”? or “Your work has no handles”?
There is no one who calls on your name or attempts to take hold of you, for you have hidden your face from us and have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.
Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Can I not do with you, O house of Israel, just as this potter has done? says the Lord. Just like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.
Has the potter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump one object for special use and another for ordinary use?
But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us.