Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
We will surely die and are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. Yet God does not take away a life; He devises plans so that His banished ones will not be cast out from Him.
For we are strangers and sojourners before You, just as all our fathers were. Our days on earth are like a shadow, and there is no hope.
Even more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth.
for we were born but yesterday and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.
My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
I am gone like a shadow when it lengthens; I am shaken off like a locust.
When with rebukes You correct man for sin, You consume like a moth what is precious to him; surely every man is mere vapor. Selah
Surely men of low degree are but a vapor; men of high degree are a lie; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than vapor.
Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have You created all the sons of men?
I have seen everything that is done under the sun; and behold, everything is vanity and like chasing the wind.
“Vanity of vanities,” says Qoheleth, “vanity of vanities! All is vanity.”
“Vanity of vanities,” says the Teacher, “everything is vanity!”
But it will not be well with the wicked, neither will he prolong his days like a shadow, because he does not stand in reverence before God.