Psalm 39:6

Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

For God giveth to a man that is good in his sight wisdom, and knowledge, and joy: but to the sinner he giveth travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him that is good before God. This also is vanity and vexation of spirit.

And they that use this world, as not abusing it: for the fashion of this world passeth away.

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

But those riches perish by evil travail: and he begetteth a son, and there is nothing in his hand.

A good man leaveth an inheritance to his children’s children: and the wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just.

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

I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.

Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

And seek not ye what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, neither be ye of doubtful mind.

Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread? and your labour for that which satisfieth not? hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.

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

Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven.

Your gold and silver is cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasure together for the last days.

For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation?

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away: