Man is like vanity. His days are as a shadow that passes away.
My days are like a shadow that declines, and I am withered like grass.
I am gone like the shadow when it declines. I am tossed up and down as the locust.
(for we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow).
Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, all is vanity.
For we must die, and are as water split on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again, neither does God take away life, but devises means that he who is banished be not an outcast from him.
But it shall not be well with a wicked man, neither shall he prolong [his] days, [which are] as a shadow, because he did not fear before God.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun, and, behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.
Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
O remember how short my time is, for what vanity thou have created all the sons of men!
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than vanity.
When thou have corrected man with rebukes for iniquity, thou make his beauty to disintegrate like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.
For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as all our fathers were. Our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.
How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!