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Vanity of vanities,
Everything is futile;
Because of inanities,
Of existing evil.
 
What do you gain from toil,
You toil under the sun;
And plowing up the soil,
Until the whole day is done.
 
Generations come and go,
But the earth stays forever;
Only God will ever know,
When life on earth will sever.
 
 The sun rises and goes down,
Hastens to where it rises;
A smile turns to a frown,
What the day surmises.
 
The wind blows down to the south,
And goes around to the north;
As the Lord opens His mouth,
Blowing that it will go forth.
 
All streams running to the sea,
But the sea will not be filled;
While the fish swimming free,
A fisherman is instilled.
 
All things are full of labor,
As things filled with weariness;
Competing with a neighbor,
Only will bring its dreariness.
 
The eye is not satisfied,
Nor the ear filled with hearing;
Because of not justified,
To a faith not revering.
 
What has been is what will be,
What has been done is what done;
No matter if what we can see,
Nothing new under the sun.
 
No remembrance from the past,
Nor remembrance what shall be;
Only God will ever last,
In the future we will see.

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