For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.

因为他知道我们的本体，思念我们不过是尘土。

因为他知道我们的本体，思念我们不过是尘土。

因为他知道我们的本体，思念我们不过是尘土。

因为祂知道我们的本源，顾念我们不过是尘土。

因为他知道我们的本体，记得我们不过是尘土。

因为他知道我们的本体，记念我们不过是尘土。

因為他知道我們的本體，思念我們不過是塵土。

因為他知道我們的本體，思念我們不過是塵土。

因為他知道我們的本體，思念我們不過是塵土。

因為祂知道我們的本源，顧念我們不過是塵土。

因為他知道我們的本體，記得我們不過是塵土。

因為他知道我們的體質，他記得我們不過是塵土。

因為他知道我們的本體，記念我們不過是塵土。

蓋知我之體質、念我為塵土兮、

上帝摶土為人、永不忘兮、

因主知我之性情、念我不過塵土、

寬綽惟主。諒我人性。我本泥土。主所陶甄。

for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.

He knows what we are made of. He remembers that we are dust.

For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.

For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.

For he knows what we are made of, remembering that we are dust.

For He Himself knows our form; He is mindful that we are nothing but dust.

For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.

For He knows what we are made of, remembering that we are dust.

For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we[ are] dust.

For he knows what we are made of; he realizes we are made of clay.

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

In the sweat of your face you shall eat bread Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.”

Remember, I pray, that You have made me like clay. And will You turn me into dust again?

Remember how short my time is; For what futility have You created all the children of men?

But He, being full of compassion, forgave their iniquity, And did not destroy them. Yes, many a time He turned His anger away, And did not stir up all His wrath;For He remembered that they were but flesh, A breath that passes away and does not come again.

Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

Surely you have things turned around! Shall the potter be esteemed as the clay; For shall the thing made say of him who made it,“ He did not make me”? Or shall the thing formed say of him who formed it,“ He has no understanding”?

My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.Oh, remember that my life is a breath! My eye will never again see good.

Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble?

Why then do You not pardon my transgression, And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, And You will seek me diligently, But I will no longer be.”