These are the words of the Philosopher, David's son, who was king in Jerusalem,2 It is useless, useless, said the Philosopher. Life is useless, all
useless. 3 You spend your life working, laboring, and what do you have
to show for it? 4 Generations come and generations go, but the world
stays just the same. 5 The sun still rises, and it still goes down, going wearily back to where it must start all over again. 6 The wind blows south, the wind blows north—round and round and back again. 7 Every river flows into the sea, but the sea is not yet full. The water returns to where the rivers began, and starts all over again. 8 Everything leads to weariness—a weariness too great for words. Our eyes can never see enough to be satisfied; our ears can never hear enough. 9 What has happened before will happen again
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