All floods run into the sea, and yet the sea is not filled: for look, unto what place the waters run, thence they come again.

All things are so hard, that no man can express them. The eye is not satisfied with sight; the ear is not filled with hearing.

All the labour that man taketh is for himself, and yet his desire is never filled after his mind.

Now, like as thou knowest not the way of the wind, nor how the bones are filled in a mother's womb: Even so thou knowest not the works of God, which is the workmaster of all.