Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
Job 10:20
Are not my days, few? - then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Job 13:25
A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?
Job 13:28
And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.
Job 17:1
My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.
Job 17:14-16
To corruption, have exclaimed, My father, thou! My mother! and My sister! to the worm.
Job 21:4
Did, I, unto man, make my complaint? Wherefore, then, should my spirit not be impatient?
Psalm 39:5
Lo! as hand-breadths, hast thou granted my days, and my life-time, is as nothing before thee, - Surely, a mere breath, are all men, even such as stand firm. Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
Thou hast snatched them away, A sleep, do they become, In the morning, they are like grass that shooteth up,
Psalm 102:23
He hath prostrated, in the way, my strength, - He hath shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For, he, knoweth how we are formed, He is mindful that, dust, we are.