and I said in my heart, 'As it happeneth with the fool, it happeneth also with me, and why am I then more wise?' And I spake in my heart, that also this is vanity:

For who eateth and who hasteth out more than I?

Better is a poor and wise youth than an old and foolish king, who hath not known to be warned any more.

Even the sun he hath not seen nor known, more rest hath this than that.

The wisdom giveth strength to a wise man, more than wealth the rulers who have been in a city.

And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.

For the living know that they die, and the dead know not anything, and there is no more to them a reward, for their remembrance hath been forgotten.

Their love also, their hatred also, their envy also, hath already perished, and they have no more a portion to the age in all that hath been done under the sun.

The words of the wise in quiet are heard, More than the cry of a ruler over fools.