Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.
I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: 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, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God take away life, but deviseth means, that he that is banished be not an outcast from him.
but it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not 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, saith the Preacher; vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children 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 with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away 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 them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!