Bible Verses About Reflection on Mortality

Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.

But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

What man is he that liveth, and shall not see death? shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.

The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.

And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:

For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity.

All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again.

If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.

It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.

For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.

For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus’ sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live.

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace.

Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?

I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

All things have I seen in the days of my vanity: there is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life in his wickedness.

For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.

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

For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.

For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.

For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.

For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death.

The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:

And so I saw the wicked buried, who had come and gone from the place of the holy, and they were forgotten in the city where they had so done: this is also vanity.