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.
Job 10:9 - Tree of Life Version Remember You fashioned me like clay; will You return me to dust? 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. |
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.
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.”
if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
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 transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and You will search for me, but I will be gone.”
Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!
But when You hide Your face— they are dismayed. You take away their breath— they perish, and return to their dust.
Remember me, Adonai, when You show favor to Your people. Visit me with Your salvation,
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.
For He remembered that they are but flesh, a passing breath that never returns.
How long, Adonai, will You hide Yourself? Forever? Will Your fury keep burning like fire?
Then the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Oy , to one who quarrels with his Maker, like a pot among the pots of the earth! Shall the clay say to the potter, “What have you made?” Or does your work say, “It has no handles”?
But now, Adonai, You are our Father. We are the clay and You are our potter, We are all the work of Your hand.
Do not be angry much more, Adonai, or remember iniquity forever. Oh, please see, we are all Your people!
“O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter does?” declares Adonai. “Behold, as the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.
Does the potter have no right over the clay, to make from the same lump one vessel for honor and another for common use?
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.