All flesh is as grass: and all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass is withered, and the flower thereof is fallen away. (1 Peter 1, 24.)
Lord, what is man, that Thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him? Man is like to vanity; his days pass away like a shadow. (Ps. cxliii. 3-4.)
For what is your life? It is a vapor which appeareth for a little while, and afterwards shall vanish away. For that you should say: If the Lord will, and if we shall live, we will do this or that. But now you rejoice in your arrogancies. All such rejoicing is wicked. (James iv. 15-16.)
Boast not for to-morrow, for thou knowest not what the day to come may bring forth. (Prov. xxvii. 1.)
Behold now, you that say: To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city, and there we will spend a year, and will traffic, and make our gain; Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow. (James iv. 13-14.)
Death Ends Our Work
IT IS appointed for men once to die, and after this the judgment. (Heb. ix. 27.)
The days of man are short, and the number of his months is with Thee; Thou hast appointed his bound; which cannot be passed. (Job xiv. 5.)
O Lord, make me know my end, and what is the number of my days, that I may know what is wanting to me. (Ps. xxxviii. 5.)
The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his day are like the days of a hireling. As a servant longeth for the shade, and as the hireling looketh for the end of his work. (Job vii. 1-2.)
The Nearness of Death
BEHOLD, short years pass away, and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return. (Job xvi. 23.)
