For He knows what we are made of, remembering 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 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.

You will eat bread by the sweat of your brow until you return to the ground, since you were taken from it. For you are dust, and you will return to dust.”

Please remember that You formed me like clay. Will You now return me to dust?

Remember how short my life is. Have You created everyone for nothing?

Yet He was compassionate; He atoned for their guilt and did not destroy them. He often turned His anger aside and did not unleash all His wrath.He remembered that they were only flesh, a wind that passes and does not return.

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

You have turned things around, as if the potter were the same as the clay. How can what is made say about its maker,“ He didn’t make me”? How can what is formed say about the one who formed it,“ He doesn’t understand what he’s doing”?

My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.Remember that my life is but a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.

Will You frighten a wind-driven leaf? Will You chase after dry straw?

Why not forgive my sin and pardon my transgression? For soon I will lie down in the grave. You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.