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Job 10:9

New King James Version

Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay. And will You turn 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 being.

In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall 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, ‘You are my mother and my sister,’

Truly I am as your spokesman before God; I also have been formed out of clay.

All flesh would perish together, And man would return to dust.

How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before a moth?

Why then do You not pardon my transgression, And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, And You will seek me diligently, But I will no longer be.”

Oh, remember that my life is a breath! My eye will never again 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 You have toward Your people. Oh, visit me with Your salvation,

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

Look on my affliction and my pain, And forgive all my sins.

For He remembered that they were but flesh, A breath that passes away and does not come again.

Remember how short my time is; For what futility have You created all the children of men?

You turn man to destruction, And say, “Return, O children of men.”

Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

“Woe to him who strives with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to him who forms it, ‘What are you making?’ Or shall your handiwork say, ‘He has no hands’?

And there is no one who calls on Your name, Who stirs himself up to take hold of You; For You have hidden 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 all we are the work of Your hand.

“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter?” says the Lord. “Look, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel!

Does not the potter have power over the clay, from the same lump to make one vessel for honor and another for dishonor?

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




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