I loathe (my life); I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.
For the creation was subjected to vanity, not of its own will, but by reason of him who subjected it, in hope
while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
For what hath a man of all his labor, and of the striving of his heart, wherein he laboreth under the sun?
What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboreth?