How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!

"Call now; is there any who will answer you? To which of the holy ones will you turn?

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.

Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

Then call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and you answer me.

You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.

He shall suck cobra venom. The viper's tongue shall kill him.

Will he delight himself in the Almighty, and call on God at all times?

Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare clothing as the clay;

Behold, I am toward God even as you are. I am also formed out of the clay.

It is changed as clay under the seal, and stands forth as a garment.