7:5 My body
my skin is broken
7:6 My days
and they come to an end without hope.
7:7 Remember
that
10:20 Are not my days few?
Cease,
that I may find a little comfort,
13:25 Do you wish to torment
and chase after dry chaff?
13:28 So I
like a garment eaten by moths.
17:1 My spirit is broken,
my days have faded out,
the grave
17:14 If I cry
and to the worm, ‘My Mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
17:15 where then
And my hope,
17:16 Will
Will
39:5 Look, you make my days short-lived,
and my life span is nothing from your perspective.
Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.
90:5 You bring their lives to an end and they “fall asleep.”
In the morning they are like the grass that sprouts up;
90:6 in the morning it glistens
at evening time it withers
90:7 Yes,
we are terrified by your wrath.
90:8 You are aware of our sins;
you even know about our hidden sins.
90:9 Yes,
the years of our lives pass quickly, like a sigh.
90:10 The days of our lives add up to seventy years,
or eighty, if one is especially strong.
But even one’s best years are marred by trouble and oppression.
Yes,
102:23 He has taken away my strength in the middle of life;
he has cut short my days.
103:14 For he knows what we are made of;
he realizes
103:15 A person’s life is like grass.
Like a flower in the field it flourishes,
103:16 but when the hot wind
and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.