“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher. “Everything is futile!”
“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher, “futility of futilities! Everything is futile!”
As no man has power over the wind to contain it, so no one has authority over his day of death. As no one can be dischar
For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun, and have found them all to be futile, a pursuit of the wind.
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit
Lowborn men are but a vapor; the exalted are but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.
I saw that all labor and success spring from a man’s envy of his neighbor. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.