¹⁴ For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we `are' dust.

¹⁹ by the sweat of thy face thou dost eat bread till thy return unto the ground, for out of it hast thou been taken, for dust thou `art', and unto dust thou turnest back.'

⁹ Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.

³⁸ And He -- the Merciful One, Pardoneth iniquity, and destroyeth not, And hath often turned back His anger, And waketh not up all His fury.

³⁹ And He remembereth that they `are' flesh, A wind going on -- and it returneth not.

⁴⁷ Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?

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

⁵ Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

⁶ My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

⁷ Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.

²¹ Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!

²⁵ A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

¹⁶ Your perversion! as clay is the potter esteemed? That the work saith of its maker, `He hath not made me?' And the framed thing said of its framer, `He did not understand?'