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a person is quite alone -- no child, no brother; and yet there is no end to his efforts, his eyes can never have their fill of riches. For whom, then, do I work so hard and grudge myself pleasure? This too is futile, a sorry business. (Ecclesiastes 4, 8)
An unlucky venture, and those riches are lost; a son is born to him, and he has nothing to leave him. (Ecclesiastes 5, 13)
But I have reached the point where, having learnt, explored and investigated wisdom and reflection, I recognise evil as being a form of madness, and folly as something stupid. (Ecclesiastes 7, 25)
And I find woman more bitter than Death, she is a snare, her heart is a net, and her arms are chains. The man who is pleasing to God eludes her, but the sinner is captured by her. (Ecclesiastes 7, 26)
And again, I have observed the wicked carried to their graves, and people leaving the holy place and, once out in the city, forgetting how the wicked used to behave; how futile this is too! (Ecclesiastes 8, 10)
And therefore I praise joy, since human happiness lies only in eating and drinking and in taking pleasure; this comes from what someone achieves during the days of life that God gives under the sun. (Ecclesiastes 8, 15)
The living are at least aware that they are going to die, but the dead know nothing whatever. No more wages for them, since their memory is forgotten. (Ecclesiastes 9, 5)
Another thing I have observed under the sun: that the race is not won by the speediest, nor the battle by the champions; it is not the wise who get food, nor the intelligent wealth, nor the learned favour: chance and mischance befall them all. (Ecclesiastes 9, 11)
The sage's heart leads him aright, the fool's leads him astray. (Ecclesiastes 10, 2)
If the anger of the ruler rises against you, do not leave your post; composure mitigates grave offences. (Ecclesiastes 10, 4)
The sayings of a sage give pleasure, what a fool says procures his own ruin: (Ecclesiastes 10, 12)
Rid your heart of indignation, keep your body clear of suffering, though youth and the age of black hair are both futile. (Ecclesiastes 11, 10)
