Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome.
Job 10:20
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Job 13:25
Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
Job 13:28
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 17:1
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
Job 17:14-16
I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?
Psalm 39:5
Behold, thou hast made my days as a hand-breadth; and my age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep; in the morning they are like grass which groweth.
Psalm 102:23
He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.