← Ecclesiastes
- A. 12 The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.
- B. 13-14 There is a sore evil which I have seen under the sun, namely, riches kept for the owners thereof to their hurt. But those riches perish by evil travail: and he begetteth a son, and there is nothing in his hand.
- C. 15a As he came forth of his mother's womb, naked shall he return to go as he came,
- D. 15b and shall take nothing of his labour,
- C'. 15c which he may carry away in his hand.
- B'. 16 And this also is a sore evil, that in all points as he came, so shall he go: and what profit hath he that hath laboured for the wind?
- A'. 17 All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.