Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh 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
Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
Job 13:28
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, 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 art my father; To the worm, Thou art 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 hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate 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 which groweth up.
Psalm 102:23
He weakened my strength in the way; He shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knoweth our frame; He remembereth that we are dust.