There is one that is alone, and he hath not a second; yea, he hath neither son nor brother; yet is there no end of all his labor, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches. For whom then,'saith he , do I labor, and deprive my soul of good? This also is vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

I saw all the living that walk under the sun, that they were with the youth, the second, that stood up in his stead.

For if they fall, the one raiseth up his companion, but woe to the one who falleth and there is not a second to raise him up!