And Jacob said to Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.

Moses was one hundred and twenty years old when he died. His eyes had not dimmed nor had his natural vigor abated.

I am today eighty years old. Can I discern between the good and bad? Can your servant taste what I eat or what I drink? Can I hear any longer the voice of singing men and singing women? Why then should your servant be a further burden to my lord the king?

Now King David was old, advanced in years; and they covered him with clothes, for he could not get warm.

While the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain;

and the doors are shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are silenced;

or before the silver cord is loosed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern;

for He remembered that they were but flesh, a breath that passes away and does not come again.

But a strong man dies and is laid away; indeed man expires and where is he?

They are exalted for a little while, then they are gone. They are brought low; they are all drawn together out of the way, and cut off like heads of grain.

My generation is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You make an end of me.

But God said to him, Fool! This night your soul will be required of you; then whose will those things be which you have prepared?

whereas you do not know what will be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.