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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.
For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; And the eyes of man are never satisfied.
All things are full of weariness; man cannot utter (it): the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
And I hated all my labor wherein I labored under the sun, seeing that I must leave it unto the man that shall be after me.
For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the vain glory of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.