I communed with mine own heart also concerning the children of men: how God hath chosen them, and yet letteth them appear as though they were beasts.

Again, when two sleep together, they are warm: but how can a body be warm alone?

For he thinketh not much how long he shall live, forsomuch as God filleth his heart with gladness.

Consider the work of God, how that no man can make the thing straight, which he maketh crooked.

All these things have I considered, and applied my mind unto every work that is under the Sun: how one man hath lordship upon another to his own harm.

The labour of the foolish is grievous unto them, while they know not how to go in to the city.

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.