For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust.
By the sweat of your face You will eat bread, Till you return to the ground, Because from it you were taken; For you are dust, And to dust you shall return.”
then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it.
“My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.
“Why then do You not pardon my transgression And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will seek me, but I will not be.”
‘Remember now, that You have made me as clay; And would You turn me into dust again?
“Will You cause a driven leaf to tremble? Or will You pursue the dry chaff?
But He, being compassionate, forgave their iniquity and did not destroy them; And often He restrained His anger And did not arouse all His wrath.
Remember what my span of life is; For what vanity You have created all the sons of men!
You turn things around! Shall the potter be considered as equal with the clay, That what is made would say to its maker, “He did not make me”; Or what is formed say to him who formed it, “He has no understanding”?