Man is like unto vanity; his days are as a shadow that passes away.
I am gone like the shadow when it declines; I am tossed up and down by the wind as the locust.
For it is certain that we die and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither does God respect any person; yet he does devise means that his outcasts not be expelled from him.
For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers; our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is no other hope.
How much more with those that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who shall be crushed by the moth!
Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.
Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before thee; verily every man that lives is altogether vanity. Selah.
When thou with chastening dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his greatness to consume away like a moth; surely every man is vanity. Selah.
Surely the sons of Adam are vanity, and the sons of nobles are a lie; to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.
As for man, his days are as grass; as an open flower of the field, so he blossoms.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
but it shall never be well with the wicked, neither shall his days be prolonged, which are as a shadow, because he did not fear before the presence of God.