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Psalms 103:14-16
For he knows what we are made of, remembering that we are dust.As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field;when the wind passes over it, it vanishes, and its place is no longer known.
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Job 17:1
My spirit is broken. My days are extinguished. A graveyard awaits me.
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Psalms 39:5
In fact, you have made my days just inches long, and my life span is as nothing to you. Yes, every human being stands as only a vapor. Selah
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Psalms 102:23
He has broken my strength in midcourse; he has shortened my days.
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Job 10:20
Are my days not few? Stop it! Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little
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Job 13:28
A person wears out like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
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Job 17:14-16
and say to corruption,“ You are my father,” and to the maggot,“ My mother” or“ My sister,”where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?Will it go down to the gates of Sheol, or will we descend together to the dust?
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Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint against a human being? Then why shouldn’t I be impatient?
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Job 13:25
Will you frighten a wind-driven leaf? Will you chase after dry straw?
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Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.Remember that my life is but a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.
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Psalms 90:5-10
You end their lives; they sleep. They are like grass that grows in the morning—in the morning it sprouts and grows; by evening it withers and dries up.For we are consumed by your anger; we are terrified by your wrath.You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.For all our days ebb away under your wrath; we end our years like a sigh.Our lives last seventy years or, if we are strong, eighty years. Even the best of them are struggle and sorrow; indeed, they pass quickly and we fly away.
