That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.

I said of laughter, It is mad: and of mirth, What doeth it?

I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine, yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom; and to lay hold on folly, till I might see what was that good for the sons of men, which they should do under the heaven all the days of their life.

I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards:

I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits:

I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees:

He hath made every thing beautiful in his 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 said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts.

That which hath been is named already, and it is known that it is man: neither may he contend with him that is mightier than he.

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

Surely oppression maketh a wise man mad; and a gift destroyeth the heart.

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

Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.

A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.