How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast fashioned me as clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Did not he that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?
and the dust returneth to the earth as it was, and the spirit returneth unto God who gave it.