1 “Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble. 2 Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
Job 14:1–2
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Psalms 144:3–5
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him? 4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow. 5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Psalms 103:14–16
14 For He knows our frame; He is mindful that we are dust. 15 As for man, his days are like grass— he blooms like a flower of the field; 16 when the wind passes over, it vanishes, and its place remembers it no more.
Job 7:1–2
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand? 2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
Job 8:8–10
8 Please inquire of past generations and consider the discoveries of their fathers. 9 For we were born yesterday and know nothing; our days on earth are but a shadow. 10 Will they not teach you and tell you, and speak from their understanding?
Psalms of Solomon 17:1–3
1 O Lord, Thou art our King for ever and ever, For in Thee, O God, doth our soul glory. (PSS) 2 How long are the days of man's life upon the earth? As are his days, so is the hope set upon him. (PSS) 3 But we hope in God, our deliverer; (PSS)
Job 5:6–8
6 For distress does not spring from the dust, and trouble does not sprout from the ground. 7 Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward. 8 However, if I were you, I would appeal to God and lay my cause before Him—
1 Maccabees 2:62–64
62 Don’t be afraid of the words of a sinful man; for his glory will be dung and worms. (WEB) 63 Today he will be lifted up, and tomorrow he will in no way be found, because he has returned to dust, and his thought has perished. (WEB) 64 You, my children, be strong, and show yoursel… (WEB)
Job 7:5–7
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope. 7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
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