I said, My God, take me not away in the midst of my days! ... Thy years are from generation to generation.
The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart; and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from before the evil.
His bones were full of his youthful strength; but it shall lie down with him in the dust.
Who were carried off before the time, whose foundation was overflowed with a flood;
Be not overmuch wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time?
I said, In the meridian of my days I shall go to the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city; when they pour out their soul into their mothers' bosom.
Their soul dieth in youth, and their life is among the unclean.