Job 10:9

So also it is written, “The first man, Adam, became a living soul.” The last Adam became a life-giving spirit.

The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.

You turn things upside down! Should the potter be thought to be like clay; that the thing made should say about him who made it, “He didn’t make me;” or the thing formed say of him who formed it, “He has no understanding?”

God said, “Let’s make man in our image, after our likeness. Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the sky, and over the livestock, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

His spirit departs, and he returns to the earth. In that very day, his thoughts perish.

All go to one place. All are from the dust, and all turn to dust again.

What if God, willing to show his wrath and to make his power known, endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction,

but you shall not eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil; for in the day that you eat of it, you will surely die.”

Yahweh said, “My Spirit will not strive with man forever, because he also is flesh; so his days will be one hundred twenty years.”

Behold, he snatches away. Who can hinder him? Who will ask him, ‘What are you doing?’

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

Who knows the spirit of man, whether it goes upward, and the spirit of the animal, whether it goes downward to the earth?”

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry; for the spirit would faint before me, and the souls whom I have made.

Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.

A revelation, Yahweh’s word concerning Israel. Yahweh, who stretches out the heavens, and lays the foundation of the earth, and forms the spirit of man within him says:

He isn’t served by men’s hands, as though he needed anything, seeing he himself gives to all life and breath, and all things.

The first man is of the earth, made of dust. The second man is the Lord from heaven.

Whereas you don’t know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.

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

All on the dry land, in whose nostrils was the breath of the spirit of life, died.

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

(for the length of my life is still in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils);

Why do you strive against him, because he doesn’t give account of any of his matters?

If he set his heart on himself, if he gathered to himself his spirit and his breath,

Man goes out to his work, to his labor until the evening.

Turn to me, and have mercy on me, as you always do to those who love your name.

For you are our Father, though Abraham doesn’t know us, and Israel does not acknowledge us. You, Yahweh, are our Father. Our Redeemer from everlasting is your name.

The tongue of the nursing child clings to the roof of his mouth for thirst. The young children ask bread, and no one breaks it for them.

The Lord Yahweh says to these bones: “Behold, I will cause breath to enter into you, and you will live.

After this, Jesus, seeing that all things were now finished, that the Scripture might be fulfilled, said, “I am thirsty.”

But the Lord said to him, “Go your way, for he is my chosen vessel to bear my name before the nations and kings, and the children of Israel.

Therefore as sin entered into the world through one man, and death through sin; so death passed to all men, because all sinned.

But indeed, O man, who are you to reply against God? Will the thing formed ask him who formed it, “Why did you make me like this?”

For even when we were with you, we commanded you this: “If anyone is not willing to work, don’t let him eat.”

Inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once, and after this, judgment,

You will eat bread by the sweat of your face until you return to the ground, for you were taken out of it. For you are dust, and you shall return to dust.”

Therefore Yahweh God sent him out from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from which he was taken.

It may be that Yahweh will look on the wrong done to me, and that Yahweh will repay me good for the cursing of me today.”

I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

Know that Yahweh, he is God. It is he who has made us, and we are his. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

But now, Yahweh, you are our Father. We are the clay and you our potter. We all are the work of your hand.

Furthermore, we had the fathers of our flesh to chasten us, and we paid them respect. Shall we not much rather be in subjection to the Father of spirits, and live?

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.

“House of Israel, can’t I do with you as this potter?” says Yahweh. “Behold, as the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, house of Israel.

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.

Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”

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

Behold, I am toward God even as you are. I am also formed out of the clay.

all flesh would perish together, and man would turn again to dust.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

Consider my affliction and my travail. Forgive all my sins.

I will be glad and rejoice in your loving kindness, for you have seen my affliction. You have known my soul in adversities.

Remember how short my time is, for what vanity you have created all the children of men!

You turn man to destruction, saying, “Return, you children of men.”

You hide your face; they are troubled. You take away their breath; they die and return to the dust.

Remember me, Yahweh, with the favor that you show to your people. Visit me with your salvation,

Woe to him who strives with his Maker— a clay pot among the clay pots of the earth! Shall the clay ask him who fashions it, ‘What are you making?’ or your work, ‘He has no hands?’

Remember, Yahweh, what has come on us. Look, and see our reproach.

Or hasn’t the potter a right over the clay, from the same lump to make one part a vessel for honor, and another for dishonor?

But we have this treasure in clay vessels, that the exceeding greatness of the power may be of God, and not from ourselves.