Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither does God respect any person: yet does he devise means, that his banished one be not expelled from him.
For we are strangers before you, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no abiding.
How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?
(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)
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 shaken off like the locust.
When you with rebukes do correct man for iniquity, you make his beauty melt away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: if laid on the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.
Remember how short my time is: why have you made all men in vain?
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and like grasping the wind.
Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
Vanity of vanities, says the preacher; all is vanity.
But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he fears not before God.