How much more then shall they that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is but earth: which shall be consumed by the moth?

Your remembrance shall be like unto the dust, and your pride shall be turned to clay.

If thou wouldest but call me, I should obey thee: only despise not the work of thine own hands.

I call corruption my father, and the worms call I my mother and my sister.

When I call upon my servant, he giveth me no answer: no though I pray him with my mouth.

He shall suck the serpent's gall, and the adder's tongue shall slay him:

The arrow shall be taken forth, and go out at his back; and a glistering sword through the gall of him. Fear shall come upon him.

Hath he such pleasure and delight in the Almighty, that he dare always call upon God?

Though he have as much money as the dust of the earth, and raiment as ready as the clay,

I am even as it were clay, and am become like ashes and dust.

But if a man call upon God, doth not he hear him? Doth not the Almighty accept his cry?

As for such as be fained hypocrites, they heap up wrath for themselves: for they call not upon him, though they be his prisoners.

Their tokens and weapons hast thou turned like clay, and set them up again as the changing of a garment.