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Job 10:9

American Standard Version (1901)

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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And Jehovah God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

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.

and the dust returneth to the earth as it was, and the spirit returneth unto God who gave it.

O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith Jehovah. Behold, as the clay in the potter’s hand, so are ye in my 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 honor, and another unto dishonor?

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?

Remember me, O Jehovah, with the favor that thou bearest unto thy people; Oh visit me with thy salvation,

Thou turnest man to destruction, And sayest, Return, ye children of men.

Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

Consider mine affliction and my travail; And forgive all my sins.

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.

If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;

Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves;

How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who 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 wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?

Behold, I am toward God even as thou art: I also am formed out of the clay.

All flesh shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust.

And he remembered that they were but flesh, A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled; Thou takest away their breath, they die, And return to their dust.

For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.

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.




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