For he knows how we are made. 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 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.

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.”

Remember, I beg you, that you have fashioned me as clay. Will you bring me into dust again?

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

But he, being merciful, forgave iniquity, and didn’t destroy them. Yes, many times he turned his anger away, and didn’t stir up all his wrath.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.

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?”

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, 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 no more see good.

Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

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.”