how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?
Remember You fashioned me like clay; will You return me to dust?
Then Adonai Elohim formed the man out of the dust from the ground and He breathed into his nostrils a breath of life—so the man became a living being.
Look, I am the same as you before God; I too am formed from clay.
By the sweat of your brow will you eat food, until you return to the ground, since from it were you taken. For you are dust, and to dust will you return.”
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, so that the surpassing greatness of the power may be from God and not from ourselves.
Remove Your scourge from me. I perish by the blow of Your hand.
“So he wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
Then Abraham answered and said, “Look, pray, I have decided to speak to my Lord, though I am dust and ashes.
For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,
For we know that if the tent, our earthly home, is torn down, we have a building from God—a home not made with human hands, eternal in the heavens.
Then the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
His breath departs, he returns to his dust. In that very day his plans perish.
They were snatched away before their time, their foundations washed away by a river.
Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.
how much less man who is but a maggot— a son of man who is a worm!”