Thou hast broken Rahab in pieces, as one that is slain; Thou hast scattered thine enemies with the arm of thy strength.
Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; And the eyes of man are never satisfied.
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.