Job 7:6

Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.

When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:

Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, but it withereth the grass, and the flower thereof falleth, and the grace of the fashion of it perisheth: so also shall the rich man fade away in hi...

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

That at that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world:

Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.

Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ;