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Yet He spoke to the clouds above, and opened the doors of heaven.

The days of our life are seventy years, or eighty if we have the strength. Yet the best of them are only hard work and sorrow. For they are soon gone and we fly away.

This will be written for the children-to-come. So a people not yet born may give thanks to the Lord.

Yet He saved them because of the honor of His name, and to make His great power known.

My life is always in my hand, yet I do not forget Your Law.

The sinful have set a trap for me, yet I have not turned from Your Law.

Trouble and suffering have come upon me, yet Your Word is my joy.

There are many who hate me and make it hard for me. Yet I do not turn from Your Law.

Let those who are right with God punish me and speak strong words to me in kindness. It is oil upon my head. Do not let my head turn away from it. Yet my prayer is always against the sinful works of those who sin.

There is one who is free in giving, and yet he grows richer. And there is one who keeps what he should give, but he ends up needing more.

All the rivers flow into the sea, yet the sea is not full. And they return again to the place from which the rivers flow.

I tried to find in my mind how to make my body happy with wine, yet at the same time having my mind lead me with wisdom. I tried to find how to take hold of what is foolish, until I could see what good there is for the sons of men to do under heaven during the few years of their lives.

The wise man's eyes are in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. Yet I know that one thing will happen to both of them.

And who knows if he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will rule over all that I have worked for by acting with wisdom under the sun. This also is for nothing.

For here is a man who has worked with wisdom, much learning, and an able hand. Yet he must give this to one who has not worked for it. This also is for nothing, and very wrong.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has put thoughts of the forever in man's mind, yet man cannot understand the work God has done from the beginning to the end.

There was a certain man who lived alone. He did not have a son or a brother. Yet he worked all the time. His eyes were never happy with the riches he had, and he never asked, "For whom am I working and why am I keeping myself from happiness?" This also is for nothing. It is work that brings sorrow.

There was no end to all the people. He ruled over all of them. Yet those who come later will not be happy with him. For this also is for nothing, like trying to catch the wind.

All a man's work is for his mouth, and yet his hunger is not filled.

But a poor wise man was found in the city, and he brought the city out of its trouble by his wisdom. Yet no one remembered that poor man.