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.
How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
Wherefore I abhor (myself), And repent in dust and ashes.
And he spake a parable unto them to the end that they ought always to pray, and not to faint;
For we know that if the earthly house of our tabernacle be dissolved, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal, in the heavens.