¹⁴ For he knows how we were made;
    he remembers that we are dust.^(A)

⁹ Remember that you fashioned me like clay,
    and will you turn me to dust again?^(A)

³⁸ Yet he, being compassionate,
    forgave their iniquity
    and did not destroy them;
often he restrained his anger
    and did not stir up all his wrath.^(A)
39 He remembered that they were but flesh,
    a wind that passes and does not come again.^(B)

⁴⁷ Remember how short my time is—^[a]
    for what vanity you have created all mortals!^(A)

¹⁹ By the sweat of your face
    you shall eat bread
until you return to the ground,
    for out of it you were taken;
you are dust,
    and to dust you shall return.”^(A)

²¹ Why do you not pardon my transgression
    and take away my iniquity?
For now I shall lie in the earth;
    you will seek me, but I shall not be.”^(A)

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;
    my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.^[a](A)

¹⁶ You turn things upside down!
    Shall the potter be regarded as the clay?
Shall the thing made say of its maker,
    “He did not make me,”
or the thing formed say of the one who formed it,
    “He has no understanding”?^(A)