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Who hath ascended up into heaven, and descended? who hath gathered the wind in his fists? who hath bound the waters in his garment? who hath established all the ends of the earth? what is his name, and what is his son's name, if thou knowest?

Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar.

Slander not a servant unto his master, lest he curse thee, and thou be held guilty.

The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.

The words of king Lemuel; the oracle which his mother taught him.

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.

What profit hath man of all his labour wherein he laboureth under the sun?

The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he ariseth.

The wise man's eyes are in his head, and the fool walketh in darkness: and yet I perceived that one event happeneth to them all.

For there is a man whose labour is with wisdom, and with knowledge, and with skilfulness; yet to a man that hath not laboured therein shall he leave it for his portion. This also is vanity and a great evil.

For what hath a man of all his labour, and of the striving of his heart, wherein he laboureth under the sun?

For all his days are but sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.

There is nothing better for a man than that he should eat and drink, and make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it is from the hand of God.

And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy good in all his labour, is the gift of God.

Wherefore I saw that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him back to see what shall be after him?

Then I saw all labour and every skilful work, that for this a man is envied of his neighbour. This also is vanity and a striving after wind.

The fool foldeth his hands together, and eateth his own flesh.

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 labour, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches. For whom then, saith he, do I labour, and deprive my soul of good? This also is vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth, and hath not another to lift him up.

For out of prison he came forth to be king; yea, even in his kingdom he was born poor.