Everything Is Meaningless

The words of the Teacher, son of David, king in Jerusalem:

There was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother. There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth. “For whom am I toiling,” he asked, “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?” This too is meaningless— a miserable business!

It is better to heed the rebuke of a wise person than to listen to the song of fools.

when the doors to the street are closed and the sound of grinding fades; when people rise up at the sound of birds, but all their songs grow faint;

Be warned, my son, of anything in addition to them. Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body.