Behold, thou hast made my days as hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, even the high placed, is altogether vanity. Selah.
When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. Selah.
Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
Jehovah knoweth the thoughts of man, that they are vanity.