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The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.
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Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities! all is vanity.
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What profit hath man of all his labour wherewith he laboureth under the sun?
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[One] generation passeth away, and [another] generation cometh, but the earth standeth for ever.
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The sun also riseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to its place where it ariseth.
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The wind goeth towards the south, and turneth about towards the north: it turneth about continually, and the wind returneth again to its circuits.
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All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full: unto the place whither the rivers go, thither they go again.
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All things are full of toil; none can express it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
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That which hath been is that which shall be; and that which hath been done is that which will be done: and there is nothing new under the sun.
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Is there a thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? It hath been already in the ages which were before us.
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There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be remembrance of things that are to come with those who shall live afterwards.
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I, the Preacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
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And I applied my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all that is done under the heavens: this grievous occupation hath God given to the children of men to weary themselves therewith.
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I have seen all the works that are done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and pursuit of the wind.
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That which is crooked cannot be made straight; and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.
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I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I have become great and have acquired wisdom more than all they that have been before me over Jerusalem; and my heart hath seen much of wisdom and knowledge.
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And I applied my heart to the knowledge of wisdom, and to the knowledge of madness and folly: I perceived that this also is a striving after the wind.
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For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
