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Psalms 103:14-16
For he knows our frame; he remembers that we are dust.As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field;for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.
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Job 17:1
“ My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.
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Psalms 39:5
Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! 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 not my days few? Then cease, and leave me alone, that I may find a little cheer
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Job 13:28
Man wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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Job 17:14-16
if I say to the pit,‘ You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘ My mother,’ or‘ My sister,’where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”
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Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint against man? Why should I not be impatient?
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Job 13:25
Will you frighten a driven leaf and pursue dry chaff?
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Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.“ Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
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Psalms 90:5-10
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning:in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers.For we are brought to an end by your anger; by your wrath we are dismayed.You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.For all our days pass away under your wrath; we bring our years to an end like a sigh.The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.
