because he knows we are made of dust.
The LORD God took a handful of soil and made a man. God breathed life into the man, and the man started breathing.
You will have to sweat to earn a living; you were made out of soil, and you will once again turn into soil."
Remember that you molded me like a piece of clay. So don't turn me back into dust once again.
Do you really enjoy frightening a fallen leaf?
Why do you refuse to forgive? Soon you won't find me, because I'll be dead.
Remember, life is short! Why did you empty our lives of all meaning?
So our bodies return to the earth, and the life-giving breath returns to God.
You have it all backwards. A clay dish doesn't say to the potter, "You didn't make me. You don't even know how."
