A man to whom God hath given riches, wealth, and honour, so that he wanteth nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but a stranger eateth it: this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.

For he cometh in with vanity, and departeth in darkness, and his name shall be covered with darkness.

Yea, though he live a thousand years twice told, yet hath he seen no good: do not all go to one place?

For what hath the wise more than the fool? what hath the poor, that knoweth to walk before the living?

That which hath been is named already, and it is known that it is man: neither may he contend with him that is mightier than he.

For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?