Man is like a breath, His days like a passing shadow.
My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.
I have gone like a lengthening shadow, I have been driven away like a locust.
for we are but of yesterday, and know not, because our days on earth are as a shadow.
“Futility! Futility!” said the Qoheleth, “All is futile.”
“For we shall certainly die and become like water spilled on the ground, which is not gathered up again. Yet Elohim does not take away a life, but shall devise ways, so that His outcast ones are not cast out from Him.
But it shall not be well with the wrong one, nor would he prolong his days as a shadow, because he does not fear before Elohim.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun. And see, all was futile and feeding on wind.
“Futility! Futility!” says Qoheleth. “Futility, futility, all is futile!”
Please remember how short my time is; Why should you have created all the sons of men for naught?
Sons of Aḏ
“When You chastise man for crookedness with reproofs, You consume what he loves, like a moth; All men are but a breath. Selah.
“For we are sojourners and pilgrims before You, as were all our fathers; our days on earth are as a shadow, and without permanence.
‘How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?
