- The words of the Teacher, son of David, 
      king in Jerusalem:
 
    - "Meaningless! Meaningless!" says 
      the Teacher. "Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless."
 
    - What does man gain from all his labor at 
      which he toils under the sun ?
 
    - Generations come and generations go, but 
      the earth remains forever.
 
    - The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries 
      back to where it rises.
 
    - The wind blows to the south and turns to 
      the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
 
    - All streams flow into the sea, yet the 
      sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return 
      again.
 
    - All things are wearisome, more than one 
      can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
 
    - What has been will be again, what has been 
      done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
 
    - Is there anything of which one can say, 
      "Look! This is something new"? It was here already, long ago; 
      it was here before our time.
 
    - There is no remembrance of men of old, 
      and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow.
 
    - I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in 
      Jerusalem.
 
    - I devoted myself to study and to explore 
      by wisdom all that is done under heaven. What a heavy burden God has laid 
      on men !
 
    - I have seen all the things that are done 
      under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
 
    - What is twisted cannot be straightened; 
      what is lacking cannot be counted.
 
    - I thought to myself, "Look, I have 
      grown and increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem 
      before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge."
 
    - Then I applied myself to the understanding 
      of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, 
      is a chasing after the wind.
 
    - For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; 
      the more knowledge, the more grief. 
        
  
 
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