TSK · Job 10:20

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

withdraw your hand far from me; and don't let your terror make me afraid.

Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath." Selah.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.