how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who can be crushed like a moth!
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
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
I am just like you before God; I was also formed from clay.
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
Now we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this surpassingly great power is from God and not from us.
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is dismantled, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven,
Then Abraham answered, “Now that I have ventured to speak to the Lord—though I am but dust and ashes—
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a va
Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
They were snatched away before their time, and their foundations were swept away by a flood.
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
before the dust returns to the ground from which it came and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
As for man, his days are like grass—he blooms like a flower of the field;
When his spirit departs, he returns to the ground; on that very day his plans perish.