For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
Riches profit not in the day of wrath: but righteousness delivereth from death.
For there is no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now is in the days to come shall all be forgotten. And how dieth the wise man? as the fool.
Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me.
A man to whom God hath given riches, wealth, and honour, so that he wanteth nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but a stranger eateth it: this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.