⁹ Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

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

⁸ But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.

¹⁹ 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."

⁶ House of Israel, can't I do with you as this potter? says Yahweh. Behold, as the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, house of Israel.

⁷ And the dust returns to the earth as it was, And the spirit returns to God who gave it.

²¹ 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?

⁹ 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?"

⁴ Remember me, Yahweh, with the favor that you show to your people. Visit me with your salvation,

³ You turn man to destruction, saying, "Return, you children of men."

⁴⁷ Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!

¹⁸ Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

⁶ Yahweh, remember your tender mercies and your loving kindness, For they are from old times.

⁷ Don't remember the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions. Remember me according to your loving kindness, For your goodness' sake, Yahweh.

¹⁵ 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.

¹⁴ If I have said to corruption, 'You are my father;' To the worm, 'My mother,' and 'my sister;'

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