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Psalms 103:14-16
For He Himself knows our form; He is mindful that we are nothing but dust.As for man, his days are like grass; Like a flower of the field, so he flourishes.When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place no longer knows about it.
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Job 17:1
“ My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me.
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Psalms 39:5
Behold, You have made my days like hand widths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Certainly all mankind standing is a mere breath. Selah
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Psalms 102:23
He has broken my strength in the way; He has shortened my days.
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Job 10:20
Would He not leave my few days alone? Withdraw from me so that I may have a little cheerfulness
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Job 13:28
While I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth eaten.
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Job 17:14-16
If I call to the grave,‘ You are my father’; To the maggot,‘ my mother and my sister’;Where then is my hope? And who looks at my hope?Will it go down with me to Sheol? Shall we together go down into the dust?”
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Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint to a mortal? Or why should I not be impatient?
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Job 13:25
Will You scare away a scattered leaf? Or will You pursue the dry chaff?
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Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with maggots and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and oozes.My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And they come to an end without hope.“ Remember that my life is a mere breath; My eye will not see goodness again.
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Psalms 90:5-10
You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; In the morning they are like grass that sprouts anew.In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew; Toward evening it wilts and withers away.For we have been consumed by Your anger, And we have been terrified by Your wrath.You have placed our guilty deeds before You, Our hidden sins in the light of Your presence.For all our days have dwindled away in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is only trouble and tragedy; For it quickly passes, and we disappear.
