There is nothing good in a man who eateth, and hath drunk, and hath shewn his soul good in his labour. This also I have seen that it is from the hand of God.

A time to slay, And a time to heal, A time to break down, And a time to build up.

There is one, and there is not a second; even son or brother he hath not, and there is no end to all his labour! His eye also is not satisfied with riches, and he saith not, 'For whom am I labouring and bereaving my soul of good?' This also is vanity, it is a sad travail.

A man to whom God giveth wealth, and riches, and honour, and there is no lack to his soul of all that he desireth, and God giveth him not power to eat of it, but a stranger eateth it; this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.

If a man doth beget a hundred, and live many years, and is great, because they are the days of his years, and his soul is not satisfied from the goodness, and also he hath not had a grave, I have said, 'Better than he is the untimely birth.'

All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.

Better is the sight of the eyes than the going of the soul. This also is vanity and vexation of spirit.

(that still my soul had sought, and I had not found), One man, a teacher, I have found, and a woman among all these I have not found.

Words of the mouth of the wise are gracious, And the lips of a fool swallow him up.