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Job 10:9 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 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?

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?

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Common English Bible

9 Remember that you made me from clay, and you will return me to dust.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 Remember, I ask you, that you have fashioned me like clay, and you will reduce me to dust.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

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English Standard Version 2016

9 Remember that you have made me like clay; and will you return me to the dust?

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Job 10:9
25 Tagairtí Cros  

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.


in the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.


Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?


I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.


Behold, I am according to thy wish in God's stead: I also am formed out of the clay.


All flesh shall perish together, And man shall turn again unto dust.


How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Which are crushed before the moth?


And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, And take away mine iniquity? For now shall I sleep in the dust; And thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.


O remember that my life is wind: Mine eye shall no more see good.


For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.


Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: Thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.


Remember me, O LORD, with the favour that thou bearest unto thy people: O visit me with thy salvation;


My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.


Look upon mine affliction and my pain; And forgive all my sins.


For he remembered that they were but flesh; A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.


Remember how short my time is: Wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?


Thou turnest man to destruction; And sayest, Return, ye children of men.


Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.


Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?


And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.


But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.


O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.


Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?


But 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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