Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
Then the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils, and the man
But now, O LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, until you return to the ground—because out of it were you taken. For
before the dust returns to the ground from which it came and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Does not the potter have the right to make from the same lump of clay one vessel for special occasions and another for c
Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker—one clay pot among many. Does the clay ask the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Doe
Remember, O LORD, Your compassion and loving devotion, for they are from age to age.
“O house of Israel, declares the LORD, can I not treat you as this potter treats his clay? Just like clay in the potter’
You return man to dust, saying, “Return, O sons of mortals.”
Consider my affliction and trouble, and take away all my sins.
Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
Remember me, O LORD, in Your favor to Your people; visit me with Your salvation,
Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’