Job 10:9
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
Remember, I pray Thee, That as clay Thou hast made me, And unto dust Thou dost bring me back.
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5 As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
6 That Thou inquirest for mine iniquity, And for my sin seekest?
7 For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
8 Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!
10 Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?
11 Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.
5 If thou art able -- answer me, Set in array before me -- station thyself.
6 Lo, I `am', according to thy word, for God, From the clay I -- I also, have been formed.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
12 Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
20 nay, but, O man, who art thou that art answering again to God? shall the thing formed say to Him who did form `it', Why me didst thou make thus?
21 hath not the potter authority over the clay, out of the same lump to make the one vessel to honour, and the one to dishonour?
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
9 Wo `to' him who is striving with his Former, (A potsherd with potsherds of the ground!) Doth clay say to its Framer, `What dost thou?' And thy work, `He hath no hands?'
16 Your perversion! as clay is the potter esteemed? That the work saith of its maker, `He hath not made me?' And the framed thing said of its framer, `He did not understand?'
10 Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.
15 My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.
18 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19 As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
8 And now, O Jehovah, thou `art' our Father, We `are' the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand -- all of us.
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
15 Did not He that made me in the womb make him? Yea, prepare us in the womb doth One.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
4 Where wast thou when I founded earth? Declare, if thou hast known understanding.
20 I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
22 Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.
15 Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.
3 Thou turnest man unto a bruised thing, And sayest, Turn back, ye sons of men.
4 and marred is the vessel that he is making, as clay in the hand of the potter, and he hath turned and he maketh it another vessel, as it was right in the eyes of the potter to make.
5 And there is a word of Jehovah to me, saying:
6 As this potter am I not able to do to you? O house of Israel, an affirmation of Jehovah. Lo, as clay in the hand of the potter, So `are' ye in My hand, O house of Israel.
14 For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we `are' dust.
73 `Yod.' Thy hands made me and establish me, Cause me to understand, and I learn Thy commands.
12 I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.
9 `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
4 `Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it `is',' I know how frail I `am'.
8 Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
2 I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
10 From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.
5 I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.
4 What `is' man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?
38 In the hardening of dust into hardness, And clods cleave together?
17 What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
9 For thou `art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.
3 These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --