For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
Riches profit not in the day of wrath; But righteousness delivereth from death.
For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no remembrance for ever; seeing that in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. And how doth the wise man die even as the fool!
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.
a man to whom God giveth riches, wealth, and honor, so that he lacketh nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but an alien eateth it; this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.