Yet none of this satisfies me as long as I see Mordecai the Jew sitting at the king’s gate.”
A wicked man writhes in pain all his days; only a few years are reserved for the ruthless.
You who tear yourself in anger—should the earth be forsaken on your account, or the rocks be moved from their place?
I am not saying this out of need, for I have learned to be content regardless of my circumstances.
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.
“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher, “futility of futilities! Everything is futile!”
That day Haman went out full of joy and glad of heart. At the king’s gate, however, he saw Mordecai, who did not rise or
So Ahab went to his palace, sullen and angry because Naboth the Jezreelite had told him, “I will not give you the inheri