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

⁷ And Jehovah God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

⁸ But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

¹⁹ 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.

⁶ O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith Jehovah. Behold, as the clay in the potter's hand, so are ye in my hand, O house of Israel.

⁷ and the dust returneth to the earth as it was, and the spirit returneth unto God who gave it.

²¹ Or hath not the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel unto honor, and another unto dishonor?

⁹ Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?

⁴ Remember me, O Jehovah, with the favor that thou bearest unto thy people; Oh visit me with thy salvation,

³ Thou turnest man to destruction, And sayest, Return, ye children of men.

⁴⁷ Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!

¹⁸ Consider mine affliction and my travail; And forgive all my sins.

⁶ Remember, O Jehovah, thy tender mercies and thy lovingkindness; For they have been ever of old.

⁷ Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: According to thy lovingkindness remember thou me, For thy goodness' sake, O Jehovah.

¹⁵ 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.

¹⁴ If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, `Thou art' my mother, and my sister;

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.