¹⁹ How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,
Whose foundation is in the dust,
Who are crushed before a moth?

⁹ Remember, I pray, ^(A)that You have made me like clay.
And will You turn me into dust again?

^6 (A)Truly I am ^[a]as your spokesman before God;
I also have been formed out of clay.

^19 (A)In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread
Till you return to the ground,
For out of it you were taken;
^(B)For dust you are,
And ^(C)to dust you shall return.”

¹¹ When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity,
You make his beauty ^(A)melt away like a moth;
Surely every man is vapor. Selah

¹² Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes,
Your defenses are defenses of clay.