⁹ Remember that you molded me like clay.^(A)
    Will you now turn me to dust again?^(B)

³⁹ He remembered that they were but flesh,^(A)
    a passing breeze^(B) that does not return.

¹⁴ for he knows how we are formed,^(A)
    he remembers that we are dust.^(B)

⁶ A voice says, “Cry out.”
    And I said, “What shall I cry?”

“All people are like grass,^(A)
    and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field.