For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.
And the Lord said, My Spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be a hundred and twenty years.
Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.