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Psaumes 103:14-16
for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field;the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. (niv)
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Job 17:1
My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me. (niv)
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Psaumes 39:5
You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure. (niv)
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Psaumes 102:23
In the course of my life he broke my strength; he cut short my days. (niv)
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Job 10:20
Are not my few days almost over? Turn away from me so I can have a moment’s joy (niv)
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Job 13:28
“ So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths. (niv)
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Job 17:14-16
if I say to corruption,‘ You are my father,’ and to the worm,‘ 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 death? Will we descend together into the dust?” (niv)
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Job 21:4
“ Is my complaint directed to a human being? Why should I not be impatient? (niv)
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Job 13:25
Will you torment a windblown leaf? Will you chase after dry chaff? (niv)
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Job 7:5-7
My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again. (niv)
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Psaumes 90:5-10
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death— they are like the new grass of the morning:In the morning it springs up new, but by evening it is dry and withered.We are consumed by your anger and terrified by your indignation.You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.All our days pass away under your wrath; we finish our years with a moan.Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away. (niv)
