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Job 10:9

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Remember that you molded me like clay. Will you now turn me to dust again?

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Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.

By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.”

Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese,

if I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’

I am the same as you in God’s sight; I too am a piece of clay.

all humanity would perish together and mankind would return to the dust.

how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed more readily than a moth!

Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.”

Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.

for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.

When you hide your face, they are terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to the dust.

Remember me, Lord, when you show favor to your people, come to my aid when you save them,

My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.

Look on my affliction and my distress and take away all my sins.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.

Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!

You turn people back to dust, saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”

and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

“Woe to those who quarrel with their Maker, those who are nothing but potsherds among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Does your work say, ‘The potter has no hands’?

No one calls on your name or strives to lay hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us and have given us over to our sins.

Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel.

Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use?

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.




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