Psalm 144:4

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:)

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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