how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth.
Abraham answered, “Let me take it upon myself to speak to my lord, I who am but dust and ashes.
then the Lord God formed 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 face you shall eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Remember that you fashioned me like clay, and will you turn me to dust again?
Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
One wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
comes up like a flower and withers, flees like a shadow and does not last.
They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away by a flood.
how much less a mortal, who is a maggot, and a human being, who is a worm!”
See, before God I am as you are; I, too, was formed from a piece of clay.
When their breath departs, they return to the earth; on that very day their plans perish.
“You chastise mortals in punishment for sin, consuming like a moth what is dear to them; surely everyone is a mere breath. Selah
and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the breath returns to God who gave it.
But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and does not come from us.
For we know that, if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,