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Job 10:9

King James 2000

Remember, I beseech you, that you have made me as the clay; and will you bring me into dust again?

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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 your face shall you eat bread, till you return unto the ground; for out of it were you taken: for dust you are, and unto dust shall you return.

Have you not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like cheese?

I have said to corruption, You are my father: to the worm, You are my mother, and my sister.

Behold, I am according to your wish in God’s stead: I also am formed out of the clay.

All flesh would perish together, and man would turn again unto dust.

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

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

For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.

You hide your face, they are troubled: you take away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.

Remember me, O LORD, with the favor that you bear unto your people: O visit me with your salvation;

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.

Look upon my affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.

For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passes away, and comes not again.

Remember how short my time is: why have you made all men in vain?

You turn man to destruction; and say, Return, you children of men.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Woe unto him that strives with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashions it, What do you make? or of your work, He has no hands?

And there is none that calls upon your name, that stirs up himself to take hold of you: for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us, because of our iniquities.

But now, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.

O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? says the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

Has not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honor, and another unto dishonor?

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.




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