⁹ 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.

⁷ Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.

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

14 Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

²³ For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.