Job 10:9
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?
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5Are your days as the days of mortals, or your years as man's years,
6that you inquire after my iniquity, and search after my sin?
7Although you know that I am not wicked, there is no one who can deliver out of your hand.
8"'Your hands have framed me and fashioned me altogether, yet you destroy me.
10Haven't you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
11You have clothed me with skin and flesh, and knit me together with bones and sinews.
5If you can, answer me. Set your words in order before me, and stand forth.
6Behold, I am toward God even as you are. I am also formed out of the clay.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
12Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
20But indeed, O man, who are you to reply against God? Will the thing formed ask him who formed it, "Why did you make me like this?"
21Or hasn't the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel for honor, and another for dishonor?
47Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!
9Woe to him who strives with his Maker-- a clay pot among the clay pots of the earth! Shall the clay ask him who fashions it, 'What are you making?' or your work, 'He has no hands?'
16You turn things upside down! Should the potter be thought to be like clay; that the thing made should say about him who made it, "He didn't make me;" or the thing formed say of him who formed it, "He has no understanding?"
10Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.
15My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.
18"'Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish I had given up the spirit, and no eye had seen me.
19I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
8But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
13"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
15Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
3Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?
4"Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if you have understanding.
20If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
22You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
3You turn man to destruction, saying, "Return, you children of men."
4When the vessel that he made of the clay was marred in the hand of the potter, he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.
5Then the word of Yahweh came to me, saying,
6House of Israel, can't I do with you as this potter? says Yahweh. Behold, as the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, house of Israel.
14For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.
73Your hands have made me and formed me. Give me understanding, that I may learn your commandments.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
9"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
4"Yahweh, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am.
8Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
2I will tell God, 'Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.
10Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
5I remember the days of old. I meditate on all your doings. I contemplate the work of your hands.
4what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him?
38when the dust runs into a mass, and the clods of earth stick together?
17What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
17You have removed my soul far off from peace; I forgot prosperity.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
9But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.
3You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.