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Job 10:9

Young's Literal Translation 1862

Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

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And Jehovah God formeth the man -- dust from the ground, and breatheth into his nostrils breath of life, and the man becometh a living creature.

by the sweat of thy face thou dost eat bread till thy return unto the ground, for out of it hast thou been taken, for dust thou `art', and unto dust thou turnest back.'

Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?

To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

Lo, I `am', according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.

Expire doth all flesh together, And man to dust returneth.

Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we `are' dust.

Thou hidest Thy face -- they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit -- they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.

Remember me, O Jehovah, With the favour of Thy people, Look after me in Thy salvation.

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.

And He remembereth that they `are' flesh, A wind going on -- and it returneth not.

Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?

Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.

And the dust returneth to the earth as it was, And the spirit returneth to God who gave it.

Wo `to' him who is striving with his Former, (A potsherd with potsherds of the ground!) Doth clay say to its Framer, `What dost thou?' And thy work, `He hath no hands?'

And there is none calling in Thy name, Stirring up himself to lay hold on Thee, For Thou hast hid Thy face from us, And thou meltest us away by our iniquities.

And now, O Jehovah, thou `art' our Father, We `are' the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand -- all of us.

As this potter am I not able to do to you? O house of Israel, an affirmation of Jehovah. Lo, as clay in the hand of the potter, So `are' ye in My hand, O house of Israel.

hath not the potter authority over the clay, out of the same lump to make the one vessel to honour, and the one to dishonour?

And we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us;




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