And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for what can the man do that cometh after the king? even that which hath been already done.

For who can eat, or who else can hasten to it more than I?

He hath made every thing beautiful in its time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

I know that, whatever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be added to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.

Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone?

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?

Consider the work of God: for who can make that straight, which he hath made crooked?

That which is far off, and exceedingly deep, who can find it out?

For he knoweth not that which shall be: for who can tell him when it shall be?

A fool also is full of words: a man cannot tell what shall be; and what shall be after him, who can tell him?