O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.

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.

I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.

Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.