Job 6:11
What is my strength that I should wait? And what is my end that I should be patient?
Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Job 10:20
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little
Job 13:25
Will thou harass a driven leaf? And will thou pursue the dry stubble?
Job 13:28
Though I am like a rotten thing that decays, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 17:1
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, the grave is [ready] for me.
Job 17:14-16
if I have said to corruption, Thou are my father, to the worm, My mother, and my sister,
Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint to man? And why should I not be impatient?
Psalm 39:5
Behold, thou have made my days [as] handbreadths, and my life-time is as nothing before thee. Surely every man at his best condition is altogether vanity. Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
Thou carry them away as with a flood. They are as a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up.
Psalm 102:23
He weakened my strength in the way. He shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knows our frame. He remembers that we are dust.