Job 4:20

A Secret Was Told To Me

¹⁹ how much less confidence does he have in those who dwell in houses of clay; who were formed from a foundation in dust and can perish like a moth? ²⁰ They are defeated between morning and evening; they perish forever and no one notices! ²¹ Their wealth perishes with them, doesn't it? They die, and do so without having wisdom, don't they?"

Morning and Evening

Job

No

Job 20:7

he'll perish forever, like his own excrement; those who saw him will ask, "Where is he?'

2 Chronicles 15:6

Nation battled nation, and city fought city, because God was afflicting them all with every kind of distress.

2 Chronicles 21:20

Jehoram was 32 years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem for eight years. He left this earth to nobody's regret and they buried him in the City of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.

Job 14:2

He springs up like a flower and then withers. Like a shadow, he disappears and doesn't last.

Job 14:14

If a human being dies, will he live again? I will endure the entire time of my assigned service, until I am changed.

Job 14:20

You overpower him once and for all, and then he departs; you change his appearance and then send him away.

Job 16:22

For when only a few years have elapsed, I'll start down a path from which I'll never return."

Job 18:17

No one remembers him anywhere in the land; no one names streets in his honor.

Psalm 37:36

But then he passed away; in fact, he simply was not there. When I looked for him, he could not be found.

Psalm 39:13

Stop looking at me with chastisement, so I can smile again, before I depart and am no more. To the Director: A Davidic Psalm.

Psalm 90:5-6

You will sweep them away while they are asleep by morning they are like growing grass.

Psalm 92:7

Though the wicked sprout like grass; and all who practice iniquity flourish, it is they who will be eternally destroyed.

Proverbs 10:7

The reputation of the righteous leads to blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.

Isaiah 38:12-13

My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom day and night you make an end of me.