O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

Remember, O LORD, thy tender mercies and thy lovingkindnesses; for they have been ever of old.

Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness' sake, O LORD.

Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.

Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?

Remember me, O LORD, with the favour that thou bearest unto thy people: O visit me with thy salvation;

And the LORD 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 thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?

But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?