Job 7:6

²⁵“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They see no good.

¹⁵where then is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?

¹¹My days are past. My plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

²⁴For, “All flesh is like grass, and all of man’s glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

⁶The voice of one saying, “Cry out!” One said, “What shall I cry?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory is like the flower of the field. ⁷The grass withers, the flower fades, because the LORD’s breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

³²The wicked is brought down in his calamity, but in death, the righteous has a refuge.

¹⁵As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. ¹⁶For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.

⁴Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

²²For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.

¹²My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me. ¹³I waited patiently until morning. He breaks all my bones like a lion. From day even to night you will make an end of me.