Quotes About Mortality

Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living.

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.

all flesh would perish together and mankind would return to the dust.

They die in an instant, in the middle of the night. The people convulse and pass away; the mighty are removed without human hand.

Bury them together in the dust; imprison them in the grave.

For they wither quickly like grass and wilt like tender plants.

“Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.

You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath. Selah

Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.

For our soul has sunk to the dust; our bodies cling to the earth.

For it is clear that wise men die, and the foolish and the senseless both perish and leave their wealth to others.

Their graves are their eternal homes—their dwellings for endless generations—even though their lands were their namesakes.

But a man, despite his wealth, cannot endure; he is like the beasts that perish.

he will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of day.

A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish.

Lowborn men are but a vapor, the exalted but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.

But like mortals you will die, and like rulers you will fall.”

Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!

What man can live and never see death? Can he deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah

You return man to dust, saying, “Return, O sons of mortals.”

For all our days decline in Your fury; we finish our years with a sigh.

The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty if we are strong—yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.