Man is but a breath, his days are like a passing shadow.
We must indeed die; we are then like water that is poured out on the ground and cannot be gathered up. Yet, though God does not bring back to life, he does devise means so as not to banish anyone from him.
For before you we are strangers and travelers, like all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without a future.
How much more with those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed more easily than a moth!
As we are but of yesterday and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are but a shadow—
Because of your furious wrath, you lifted me up just to cast me down.
Like a lengthening shadow I am gone, I am shaken off like the locust.
Take your plague away from me; I am ravaged by the touch of your hand.
Trust God at all times, my people! Pour out your hearts to God our refuge! Selah
How long, Lord? Will you hide forever? Must your wrath smolder like fire?
I have seen all things that are done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a chase after wind.
Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth, vanity of vanities! All things are vanity!
Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth, all things are vanity! Epilogue.
and that it shall not be well with the wicked, who shall not prolong their shadowy days, for their lack of reverence toward God.