אדם יסודו מאפר וסופו לאפר

Man is founded in dust and ends in dust.

He lays down his soul to bring home bread. He is like a broken shard, like grass dried up, like a faded flower, like a fleeting shadow, like a passing cloud, like a breath of wind, like whirling dust, like a dream that slips away.

Untaneh Tokef. Rosh haShana 5782.