They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.
Like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be recovered, so we must die. But that is not what God desires; rather, he devises ways so that a banished person does not remain banished from him.
We are foreigners and strangers in your sight, as were all our ancestors. Our days on earth are like a shadow, without hope.
how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed more readily than a moth!
for we were born only yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.
My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
I fade away like an evening shadow; I am shaken off like a locust.
When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin, you consume their wealth like a moth— surely everyone is but a breath.
Surely the lowborn are but a breath, the highborn are but a lie. If weighed on a balance, they are nothing; together they are only a breath.
Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”
“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Everything is meaningless!”
Yet because the wicked do not fear God, it will not go well with them, and their days will not lengthen like a shadow.