"How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?"
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He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood:
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:
And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the LORD, which am but dust and ashes:
Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
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.
Behold, I am according to thy wish in God's stead: I also am formed out of the clay.
And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
How much more those living in houses of earth, whose bases are in the dust! They are crushed more quickly than an insect;
How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed as the moth!
How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?
How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)