And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
Job 10:9 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into 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. |
And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;
Behold, I am toward God even as thou art: I also am formed out of the clay.
How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Which are crushed before the moth!
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou shall seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; Thou takest away their breath they die, And return to their dust.
Remember me, O LORD, with the favour that thou bearest unto thy people; O visit me with thy salvation:
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.
And he remembered that they were but flesh; A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.
O remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
Thou turnest man to destruction; And sayest, Return, ye children of men.
and the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit return unto God who gave it.
Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?
And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us by means of our iniquities.
But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.
Or hath not the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves;