For He knows our frame; He is mindful that we are dust.
before the dust returns to the ground from which it came and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
And yet He was compassionate; He forgave their iniquity and did not destroy them. He often restrained His anger and did
Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
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
Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me
My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?
You have turned things upside down, as if the potter were regarded as clay. Shall what is formed say to him who formed i