Job

Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

How then can man be justified with God? or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.