Job 6:11
What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
Job 7:5-7
Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
Job 10:20
Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
Job 13:25
A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
Job 13:28
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Job 17:1
My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves are for me.
Job 17:14-16
To corruption I have called: -- 'Thou art my father.' 'My mother' and 'my sister' -- to the worm.
Job 21:4
I -- to man is my complaint? and if so, wherefore May not my temper become short?
Psalm 39:5
Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age is as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity is every man set up. Selah.
Psalm 90:5-10
Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.
Psalm 102:23
He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.
Psalm 103:14-16
For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we are dust.