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Psalms 103:14-16
For he knows how we are made. 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. Its place remembers it no more.
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Job 17:1
“ My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, and the grave is ready for me.
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Psalms 39:5
Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah.
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Psalms 102:23
He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days.
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Job 10:20
Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
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Job 13:28
though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth- eaten.
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Job 17:14-16
if I have said to corruption,‘ You are my father;’ to the worm,‘ My mother,’ and‘ My sister,’where then is my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?”
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Job 21:4
As for me, is my complaint to man? Why shouldn’t I be impatient?
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Job 13:25
Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?
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Job 7:5-7
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, 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 no more see good.
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Psalms 90:5-10
You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.In the morning it sprouts and springs up. By evening, it is withered and dry.For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your presence.For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh.The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.
