My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: surely they are disquieted in vain: he heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.

But it shall not be well with the wicked, neither shall he prolong his days, which are as a shadow; because he feareth not before God.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not. And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?

Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.

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 none abiding.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?

Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?

As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.