Job 6:11
What power have I to endure? Or, what is mine end, that my soul might be patient?
Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms, filthiness and dust; my skin is withered, and crumpled together;
Job 10:20
Shall not my short life come so soon to an end? O hold thee from me, let me alone, that I may ease myself a little
Job 13:25
Wilt thou be so cruel and extreme unto a flying leaf, and follow upon dry stubble?
Job 13:28
Whereas I, notwithstanding, must consume like as a foul carrion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.
Job 17:1
My breath faileth, my days are shortened. I am hard at death's door.
Job 17:14-16
I call corruption my father, and the worms call I my mother and my sister.
Job 21:4
Is it with a man, that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, should not my spirit be then in sore trouble?
Psalm 39:5
Behold, thou hast made my days a span long, and mine age is even as nothing in respect of thee; and verily every man living is altogether vanity. Selah
Psalm 90:5-10
As soon as thou scatterest them, they are even as asleep, and fade away suddenly like the grass.
Psalm 102:23
He hath brought down my strength in my journey, and shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knoweth whereof we be made, he remembereth that we are but dust;