Job 10:9

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

“Why then do You not forgive my transgression And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will seek me earnestly, but I will not be.”

All flesh would breathe its last together, And man would return to dust.

Thus He remembered that they were but flesh, A wind that goes and does not return.

Remember what my span of life is; For what vanity You have created all the sons of men!

You hide Your face, they are dismayed; You take away their spirit, they breathe their last And return to their dust.

My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And intricately woven in the depths of the earth;

Your eyes have seen my unshaped substance; And in Your book all of them were written The days that were formed for me, When as yet there was not one of them.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves;