Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should have patience?
Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
Job 10:20
Are not my days few? cease then and let me alone, that I may revive a little,
Job 13:25
Wilt thou terrify a driven leaf? and wilt thou pursue dry stubble?
Job 13:28
One who, as a rotten thing consumeth, as a garment that the moth eateth.
Job 17:1
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are mine.
Job 17:14-16
I cry to the grave, Thou art my father! to the worm, My mother, and my sister!
Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint to a man? or wherefore should not my spirit be impatient?
Psalm 39:5
Behold, thou hast made my days as hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, even the high placed, is altogether vanity. Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass that groweth up:
Psalm 102:23
He weakened my strength in the way, he shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For himself knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.