Psalm 102:3

“My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.

For my life is worn down with sorrow And my years with sighing; My strength fails because of my iniquity, And my bones waste away.

But the wicked will perish; And the enemies of Yahweh will be like the glory of the pastures, They vanish—in smoke they vanish away.

For my loins are filled with burning, And there is no soundness in my flesh.

Why did I ever come forth from the womb To look on trouble and sorrow, So that my days have been spent in shame?

He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away; He has broken my bones.

Their form is blacker than soot; They are not recognized in the streets; Their skin is shriveled on their bones; It is withered, it has become like wood.

Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.