O remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never return to see good.

Remember, O Jehovah, Your tender mercies and Your lovingkindnesses; for they are from antiquity.

Do not remember the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions; according to Your mercy remember me for Your goodness' sake, O Jehovah.

Look upon my affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.

Remember the time of life; why have you created the sons of men for vanity?

Remember me, O Jehovah, with the favor of Your people; O visit me with Your salvation,

And Jehovah God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread till you return to the ground, for out of it you have been taken; for dust you are, and to dust you shall return.

Woe to him who strives with the One who formed him, a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to the one who forms it, What are you making? Or your work, He has no hands?

But now, O Jehovah, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the One who forms us; and we all are the work of Your hand.

O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter? says Jehovah. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hands, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.

if I have said to corruption, You are my father, and to the worm, You are my mother and my sister;

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws; and You have brought Me into the dust of death.

You return man to dust, and say, Return, O sons of men.

then the dust shall return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return to God who gave it.

Does not the potter have authority over the clay, from the same lump to make one vessel unto honor and another unto dishonor?