By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread until your return to the ground. For you have been taken out of it; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.
And why do You not lift up my transgression, and make my iniquity pass away? For now I shall lie down in the dust, and You shall seek me; but I will not be.
O your perversity! Shall the former be counted as the clay, that it shall say to its maker, He did not make me? Or shall the thing formed say to the former, He does not understand?