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So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was
grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
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I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me.
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And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the work into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless.
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So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun.
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For a man may do his work with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then
he must leave all he owns to someone who has not worked for it. This
too is meaningless and a great misfortune.
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What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun?
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All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.
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A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God,
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for without him, who can eat or find enjoyment?
