Quotes About Life

The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.

My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

But I know that my Redeemer lives, and in the end He will stand upon the earth.

the triumph of the wicked has been brief and the joy of the godless momentary?

He will fly away like a dream, never to be found; he will be chased away like a vision in the night.

The youthful vigor that fills his bones will lie down with him in the dust.

He will not enjoy the streams, the rivers flowing with honey and cream.

Why do the wicked live on, growing old and increasing in power?

Their bulls breed without fail; their cows bear calves and do not miscarry.

They spend their days in prosperity and go down to Sheol in peace.

Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a storm?

For what does he care about his household after him, when the number of his months has run out?

One man dies full of vigor, completely secure and at ease.

His body is well nourished, and his bones are rich with marrow.

Yet another man dies in the bitterness of his soul, having never tasted prosperity.

But together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover them both.

He is carried to the grave, and watch is kept over his tomb.

The clods of the valley are sweet to him; everyone follows behind him, and those before him are without number.

Therefore snares surround you, and sudden peril terrifies you;

They were snatched away before their time, and their foundations were swept away by a flood.

For to them, deep darkness is their morning; surely they are friends with the terrors of darkness!

The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is like a broken tree.

Yet by His power, God drags away the mighty; though rising up, they have no assurance of life.

They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.