All things are full of toil; none can express it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

For who can eat, or who be eager, more than I?

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

For who knoweth what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell man what shall be after him under the sun?

Consider the work of God; for who can make straight what he hath made crooked?

for he knoweth not that which shall be; for who can tell him how it shall be?