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Psalms 103:14-16
For he knows how weak we are; he remembers we are only dust.Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die.The wind blows, and we are gone— as though we had never been here.
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Job 17:1
“ My spirit is crushed, and my life is nearly snuffed out. The grave is ready to receive me.
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Psalms 39:5
You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude
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Psalms 102:23
He broke my strength in midlife, cutting short my days.
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Job 10:20
I have only a few days left, so leave me alone, that I may have a moment of comfort
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Job 13:28
I waste away like rotting wood, like a moth eaten coat.
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Job 17:14-16
What if I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?Where then is my hope? Can anyone find it?No, my hope will go down with me to the grave. We will rest together in the dust!”
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Job 21:4
“ My complaint is with God, not with people. I have good reason to be so impatient.
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Job 13:25
Would you terrify a leaf blown by the wind? Would you chase dry straw?
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Job 7:5-7
My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.“ My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again feel happiness.
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Psalms 90:5-10
You sweep people away like dreams that disappear. They are like grass that springs up in the morning.In the morning it blooms and flourishes, but by evening it is dry and withered.We wither beneath your anger; we are overwhelmed by your fury.You spread out our sins before you— our secret sins— and you see them all.We live our lives beneath your wrath, ending our years with a groan.Seventy years are given to us! Some even live to eighty. But even the best years are filled with pain and trouble; soon they disappear, and we fly away.
