For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only 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 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 knows our frame; He remembers that we are 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.

By the sweat of your brow will you have food to eat until you return to the ground from which you were made. For you were made from dust, and to dust you will return.”

Remember that you made me from dust— will you turn me back to dust so soon?

Remember how short my life is, how empty and futile this human existence!

Yet he was merciful and forgave their sins and did not destroy them all. Many times he held back his anger and did not unleash his fury!For he remembered that they were merely mortal, gone like a breath of wind that never returns.

For then the dust will return to the earth, and the spirit will return to God who gave it.

How foolish can you be? He is the Potter, and he is certainly greater than you, the clay! Should the created thing say of the one who made it,“ He didn’t make me”? Does a jar ever say,“ The potter who made me is stupid”?

My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.“ My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again feel happiness.

Would you terrify a leaf blown by the wind? Would you chase dry straw?

Why not just forgive my sin and take away my guilt? For soon I will lie down in the dust and die. When you look for me, I will be gone.”