Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should hope? 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 is broken and has run 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 You terrify a leaf driven to and fro? Will You pursue the dry stubble?
Job 13:28
And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.
Job 17:1
My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.
Job 17:14-16
I have said to corruption, You 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 my spirit not be troubled?
Psalm 39:5
Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man standing is altogether vanity. Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
You 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 form; He remembers that we are dust.