Job 10:20

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Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

(For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)

My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.

As for man, the son of woman, his days are short and full of trouble.

You have made my days no longer than a hand's measure; and my years are nothing in your eyes; truly, every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.

What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,

Take your hand far away from me; and let me not be overcome by fear of you.

Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.