The LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
Job 10:9 - Hebrew Names version (HNV) Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again? Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again? Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Remember [earnestly], I beseech You, that You have fashioned me as clay [out of the same earth material, exquisitely and elaborately]. And will You bring me into dust again? American Standard Version (1901) Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again? Common English Bible Remember that you made me from clay, and you will return me to dust. Catholic Public Domain Version Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again. |
The LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
By the sweat of your face will you eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken. For you are dust, and to dust you shall return.*
If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' to the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'
Behold, I am toward God even as you are. I am also formed out of the clay.
How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.*
You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.
Remember me, LORD, with the favor that you show to your people. Visit me with your yeshu`ah,
My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.
Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Woe to him who strives with his Maker--a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay ask him who fashions it, *What are you making?* or your work, *He has no hands?*
There is none who calls on your name, who stirs up himself to take hold of you; for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.
But now, LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
House of Yisra'el, can't I do with you as this potter? says the LORD. Behold, as the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, house of Yisra'el.
Or hasn't the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel for honor, and another for dishonor?
But we have this treasure in clay vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves.