Job 10:9
Remember, You fashioned me from clay; will You now return me to dust?
Remember, You fashioned me from clay; will You now return me to dust?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Remember, I beseech You, that You have made me as the clay; and will You bring me into dust again?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
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O remembre (I beseke the) how that thou madest me of the moulde of the earth, and shalt brynge me to earth agayne.
Remeber, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and wilt thou bring me into dust againe?
Remember I besech thee that thou madest me as the moulde of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust againe.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
O keep in mind that you made me out of earth; and will you send me back again to dust?
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Remember that you have made me as with the clay; will you return me to dust?
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5 Are Your days like the days of a human? Are Your years like those of a strong man?
6 Do You search for my iniquity and investigate my sin?
7 You know that I am not wicked, and that no one can deliver me from Your hand.
8 Your hands shaped me and made me, yet now You destroy me completely.
10 Did You not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?
11 You clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
5 If you can, answer me; prepare yourself before me and take your stand.
6 Look, I am like you before God; I too was formed from clay.
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
20 But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its maker, 'Why have you made me like this?'
21 Does not the potter have the right over the clay to make out of the same lump one vessel for honorable use and another for dishonorable use?
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
9 Woe to those who strive with their Maker, like a piece of pottery among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you making?’ or ‘Your work has no handles’?
16 You turn things upside down, as if the potter were thought to be like the clay! Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, 'You did not make me'? Can the pot say to the potter, 'You know nothing'?
10 I am mute; I will not open my mouth because You have done this.
15 My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19 If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
8 Do not be exceedingly angry, LORD, and do not remember our sins forever. Behold us, we are all your people.
13 If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
15 Did not the same One who made me in the womb make them? Did not the same God form us both within our mothers?
3 Do you fix your gaze on such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
4 Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding.
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21 Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.
22 You lift me up and make me ride on the wind; You dissolve me in the storm.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts within me.
3 You turn humankind back to dust, saying, 'Return, O children of man.'
4 But the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, so he remade it into another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make.
5 Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying:
6 “Can I not do with you, O house of Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Behold, like clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.
14 For He knows how we are formed; He remembers that we are dust.
73 Your hands made me and formed me; give me understanding to learn Your commandments.
12 I am a disgrace among all my enemies, and even more to my neighbors—a dread to my acquaintances; those who see me on the street flee from me.
9 To You, O LORD, I call; to the Lord I plead for mercy:
4 My heart grew hot within me; as I meditated, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
8 Would you indeed annul My justice? Would you condemn Me that you may be justified?
8 You have bound me up as a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
2 I will say to God: Do not condemn me; tell me why You contend with me.
10 For I eat ashes as my food and mix my drink with tears.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all you have done; I consider the work of your hands.
4 When I look at Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon, and the stars that You have set in place—
38 when the dust becomes hard as metal and the clods of earth stick together?
17 What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,
17 My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
4 He has worn away my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
9 'Commit yourself to the LORD; let Him deliver him! Let Him rescue him, since He delights in him.'
3 You have insulted me ten times now; you are not even ashamed that you mistreat me.