By the sweat of your face will you eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.*
Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.*
You turn things upside down! Should the potter be thought to be like clay; that the thing made should say about him who made it, *He didn't make me;* or the thing formed say of him who formed it, *He has no understanding?*