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Psalms 103:14-16
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we[ are] dust.[ As for] man, his days[ are] as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
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Job 17:1
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves[ are ready] for me.
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Psalms 39:5
Behold, thou hast made my days[ as] an handbreadth; and mine age[ is] as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state[ is] altogether vanity. Selah.
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Psalms 102:23
He weakened my strength in the way; he shortened my days.
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Job 10:20
[ Are] not my days few? cease[ then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
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Job 13:28
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.
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Job 17:14-16
I have said to corruption, Thou[ art] my father: to the worm,[ Thou art] my mother, and my sister.And where[ is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when[ our] rest together[ is] in the dust.
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Job 21:4
As for me,[ is] my complaint to man? and if[ it were so], why should not my spirit be troubled?
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Job 13:25
Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
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Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.O remember that my life[ is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
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Psalms 90:5-10
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are[ as] a sleep: in the morning[ they are] like grass[ which] groweth up.In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret[ sins] in the light of thy countenance.For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale[ that is told].The days of our years[ are] threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength[ they be] fourscore years, yet[ is] their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
