For they are like a breath of air; their days are like a passing shadow.

人好像一口气；他的年日如同影儿快快过去。

人不过像一口气，他的年日如影消逝。

人不过像一口气，他的年日如影消逝。

因为人不过像一口气，他的年日不过像影子转眼消逝。

人不过像一口气，他的年日仿佛影子消逝。

人好像一口气，他的年日就像影子那样过去。

人好像一口氣；他的年日如同影兒快快過去。

人不過像一口氣，他的年日如影消逝。

人不過像一口氣，他的年日如影消逝。

因為人不過像一口氣，他的年日不過像影子轉眼消逝。

人不過像一口氣，他的年日仿佛影子消逝。

人好比一口氣；他的年日如同影兒直在過去。

人好像一口氣，他的年日就像影子那樣過去。

世人如氣息、其日如影迅逝兮、

斯世之人、如氣呼吸、人之生命、如影沉西兮、

世人有如虛幻、其年壽如影易逝、

人生如夢影。歲月同浮雲。浮雲瞬息逝。蹤跡不可尋。

They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.

Their lives don’t last any longer than a breath. Their days are like a shadow that quickly disappears.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

A human is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

Man is like the breath; His days are like a passing shadow.

Man is like a breath; His days are like a passing shadow.

Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

Man is like to vanity: his days[ are] as a shadow that passeth away.

People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.

For we were born but yesterday and know nothing. Our days on earth are as fleeting as a shadow.

I am fading like a shadow at dusk; I am brushed off like a locust.

You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” InterludeWe are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.

“ Everything is meaningless,” says the Teacher,“ completely meaningless!”

The wicked will not prosper, for they do not fear God. Their days will never grow long like the evening shadows.

“ How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble!We blossom like a flower and then wither. Like a passing shadow, we quickly disappear.Must you keep an eye on such a frail creature and demand an accounting from me?

When you discipline us for our sins, you consume like a moth what is precious to us. Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

how much less will he trust people made of clay! They are made of dust, crushed as easily as a moth.

Remember how short my life is, how empty and futile this human existence!

Our days on earth are like grass; like wildflowers, we bloom and die.The wind blows, and we are gone— as though we had never been here.

I observed everything going on under the sun, and really, it is all meaningless— like chasing the wind.

All of us must die eventually. Our lives are like water spilled out on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. But God does not just sweep life away; instead, he devises ways to bring us back when we have been separated from him.

“ Everything is meaningless,” says the Teacher,“ completely meaningless.”

Common people are as worthless as a puff of wind, and the powerful are not what they appear to be. If you weigh them on the scales, together they are lighter than a breath of air.

We are here for only a moment, visitors and strangers in the land as our ancestors were before us. Our days on earth are like a passing shadow, gone so soon without a trace.