¹⁹ how much less will he trust people made of clay!
    They are made of dust, crushed as easily as a moth.

⁹ Remember that you made me from dust—
    will you turn me back to dust so soon?

¹⁹ By the sweat of your brow
    will you have food to eat
until you return to the ground
    from which you were made.
For you were made from dust,
    and to dust you will return.”

¹¹ When you discipline us for our sins,
    you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
    Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

²⁸ I waste away like rotting wood,
    like a moth-eaten coat.

¹² Your platitudes are as valuable as ashes.
    Your defense is as fragile as a clay pot.