Job 6:11
What is my strength, that I should wait? 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 closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Job 10:20
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Job 13:25
Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?
Job 13:28
though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 17:1
"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
Job 17:14-16
If 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? Why shouldn't I be impatient?
Psalm 39:5
Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.
Psalm 102:23
He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.