The Sun ariseth, the sun goeth down, and returneth to his place, that he may there rise up again.

The thing that hath been, cometh to pass again; and the thing that hath been done, again is done - there is nothing new under the Sun.

Is there anything, whereof it may be said, "Lo, this is new?" For it was long ago in the times that have been before us.

For where much wisdom is, there is also great travail and disquietness; and the more knowledge a man hath, the more is his care.

There is a time to be born, and a time to die. There is a time to plant, and a time to pluck up the thing, that is planted;

So I perceived, that in these things there is nothing better for a man, then to be merry and to do well so long as he liveth.

Wherefore I perceive, that there is nothing better for a man, than to be joyful in his labour, for that is his portion. But who will bring him to see the thing that shall come after him?

So I turned me, and considered all the violent wrong that is done under the Sun, and beheld the tears of such as were oppressed; and there was no man to comfort them or that would deliver and defend them from the violence of their oppressors.

There is one man, no more but himself alone, having neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of his careful travail, his eyes cannot be satisfied with riches. Yet, doth he not remember himself, and say, "For whom do I take such travail? For whose pleasure do I thus consume away my life?" This is also a vain and miserable thing.

For where much carefulness is, there are many dreams: and where many words are, there men may hear fools.

And why? Whereas are many dreams and many words, there are also divers vanities: but look that thou fear God.

Whereas many riches are, there are many also that spend them away. And what pleasure more hath he that possesseth them, saving that he may look upon them with his eyes?

Yet is there a sore plague, which I have seen under the sun: namely, riches kept to the hurt of him that hath them in possession.

There is yet a plague under the Sun, and it is a general thing among men:

Moreover, he seeth not the Sun, and knoweth of no rest neither here nor there:

Many things there be that increase vanity, and what hath a man else?

It is better to go into a house of mourning, than into a banquet house: For there is the end of all men, and he that is living taketh it to heart.

For there is not one just upon earth, that doth good, and sinneth not.

Neither is there any man that hath power over the spirit, to keep still the spirit, nor to have any power in the time of death: it is not he also that can make an end of the battle, neither may ungodliness deliver him that meddleth withall.

Yet is there a vanity upon earth: there be just men, unto whom it happeneth, as though they had the works of the ungodly; Again, there be ungodly, with whom it goeth as though they had the works of the righteous. This me think also a vain thing.

For all these things purposed I in my mind to seek out. The righteous and wise, yea and their servants also are in the hand of God: and there is no man that knoweth either love or hate, but all things are before them.

Whatsoever thou takest in hand to do, that do with all thy power: for among the dead, where thou goest unto, there is neither work, counsel, knowledge nor wisdom.

There was a little city, and a few men within it: so there came a great king and besieged it, and made great bulwarks against it.

And in the city there was found a poor man - but he was wise - which with his wisdom delivered the city: yet was there no body, that had any respect for such a simple man.

Another plague is there, which I have seen under the sun; namely, the ignorance that is commonly among princes:

When the clouds are full, they pour out rain upon the earth. And when the tree falleth, whether it be toward the South or North, in what place soever it fall, there it lieth.