Quotes About Futility

In the immensity of earth, sky and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech – and nothing would happen. Nothing could happen.

So Lot went out and spoke to the sons-in-law who were pledged in marriage to his daughters. “Get up,” he said. “Get out of this place, for the LORD is about to destroy the city!” But his sons-in-law thought he was joking.

“Look,” said Esau, “I am about to die, so what good is a birthright to me?”

and your strength will be spent in vain. For your land will not yield its produce, and the trees of the land will not bear their fruit.

You will be pledged in marriage to a woman, but another man will violate her. You will build a house but will not live in it. You will plant a vineyard but will not enjoy its fruit.

Your ox will be slaughtered before your eyes, but you will not eat any of it. Your donkey will be taken away and not returned to you. Your flock will be given to your enemies, and no one will save you.

When Ahithophel saw that his advice had not been followed, he saddled his donkey and set out for his house in his hometown. He put his affairs in order and hanged himself. So he died and was buried in his fatherís tomb.

When Zimri saw that the city was captured, he entered the citadel of the royal palace and burned it down upon himself. So he died

Although Ahaz had taken a portion from the house of the LORD, from the royal palace, and from the princes and had presented it to the king of Assyria, it did not help him.

May its morning stars grow dark; may it wait in vain for daylight; may it not see the breaking of dawn.

with kings and counselors of the earth, who built for themselves cities now in ruins,

They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; unnoticed, they perish forever.

Are not their tent cords pulled up, so that they die without wisdom?í

Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.

“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?

So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.

But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; they will hope for their last breath.”

What He tears down cannot be rebuilt; the man He imprisons cannot be released.

So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.

He will no longer be rich; his wealth will not endure. His possessions will not overspread the land.

He will not escape from the darkness; the flame will wither his shoots, and the breath of Godís mouth will carry him away.

He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.

Though his arrogance reaches the heavens, and his head touches the clouds,

he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who had seen him will ask, ëWhere is he?í