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 were swift above a weaver's shuttle, and will finish with no more of hope.

(For yesterday are we and we shall not know, for our days upon earth are a shadow:)

My days were swift above a runner: they fled, they saw not good.

Man being born of woman is short of days and full of disquiet

Behold, thou gavest my days a hand-breadth, and my life as nothing before thee: but every man stood all vanity. Silence.

Man, his days as grass: as the blossom of the field, thus he will flourish.

What is man that thou wilt magnify him? and that thou wilt set thy heart to him?

Remove thy hand far from me, and thy terror shall not make me afraid.

Look away from me, and I shall be cheerful, before I shall go and I not be.