Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Job 7:5-7
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
Job 10:20
Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Job 13:25
Do you wish to torment a windblown leaf and chase after dry chaff?
Job 13:28
So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
Job 17:1
My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
Job 17:14-16
If I cry to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My Mother,' or 'My sister,'
Job 21:4
Is my complaint against a man? If so, why should I not be impatient?
Psalm 39:5
Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.
Psalm 90:5-10
You bring their lives to an end and they "fall asleep." In the morning they are like the grass that sprouts up;
Psalm 102:23
He has taken away my strength in the middle of life; he has cut short my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knows what we are made of; he realizes we are made of clay.