Job 6:11
What strength do I have, that I should wait and hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?
Job 7:5-7
My skin is clothed with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open filled with pus.
Job 10:20
Are not my days few in number? Turn away from me so I can have a moment's joy
Job 13:25
Will you torment a leaf driven two and fro? Will you chase after dry chaff?
Job 13:28
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
Job 17:1
My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. The grave is waiting for me.
Job 17:14-16
If I say to the pit: You are my father! And to the worm: You are my mother and sister!
Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint addressed to mortals? Why should I not be impatient?
Psalm 39:5
Indeed, you have made the length of my days very short. My life span is nothing compared to yours. Certainly, everyone alive is like a whisper in the wind.
Psalm 90:5-10
You sweep mortals away in the sleep of death. They sprout again in the morning like grass.
Psalm 102:23
He has weakened my strength in the way and has shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knows our conception and he remembers that we are dust.