In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread till thou return to the earth, out of which thou wast taken: for dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return.
Cannot I do with you, as this potterO house of Israel saith the Lord? Behold, as clay is in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.
Woe to him that gainsayeth his maker, a shard of the earthen pots. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it: What art thou making, and thy work is without hands?
Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold, now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning I shall not be.
There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up and taketh hold of thee: Thou hast hid thy face from us and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity.