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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; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.For the wind passes over it, and it is gone, And its place remembers it no more.
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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
Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my age is as nothing before You; Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. 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! Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort,
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Job 13:28
“ Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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Job 17:14-16
If I say to corruption,‘ You are my father,’ And to the worm,‘ You are my mother and my sister,’Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who can see it?Will they go down to the gates of Sheol? Shall we have rest together in the dust?”
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Job 21:4
“ As for me, is my complaint against man? And if it were, why should I not be impatient?
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Job 13:25
Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble?
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Job 7:5-7
My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.“ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.Oh, remember that my life is a breath! My eye will never again see good.
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Psalms 90:5-10
You carry them away like a flood; They are like a sleep. In the morning they are like grass which grows up:In the morning it flourishes and grows up; In the evening it is cut down and withers.For we have been consumed by Your anger, And by Your wrath we are terrified.You have set our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your countenance.For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh.The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
