…how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who can be crushed like a moth!
Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is dismantled, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
Then the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils, and the man became a living being.
If only I knew where to find Him, so that I could go to His seat.
Jacob became angry with Rachel and said, “Am I in the place of God, who has withheld children from you?”
(Oh, that I had one to hear me! Here is my signature. Let the Almighty answer me; let my accuser compose an indictment.
He will speak to the people for you. He will be your spokesman, and it will be as if you were God to him.
Therefore we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were making His appeal through us. We implore you on behalf of Christ: Be reconciled to God.
In the midst of his plenty, he will be distressed; the full force of misery will come upon him.
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your bread, until you return to the ground—because out of it were you taken. For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.”
Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.