In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. read more For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. show less

For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would go through them, I would burn them together.