How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before a moth?
Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay. And will You turn me into dust again?
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.
Truly I am as your spokesman before God; I also have been formed out of clay.
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.”
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.
When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; Surely every man is vapor. Selah
“Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
Then Abraham answered and said, “Indeed now, I who am but dust and ashes have taken it upon myself to speak to the Lord:
because “All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, And its flower falls away,
For we know that if our earthly house, this tent, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, And the spirit will return to God who gave it.
His spirit departs, he returns to his earth; In that very day his plans perish.
Who were cut down before their time, Whose foundations were swept away by a flood?
He comes forth like a flower and fades away; He flees like a shadow and does not continue.
How much less man, who is a maggot, And a son of man, who is a worm?”