There is a sore evil which I have seen under the sun, namely, riches kept for the owners thereof to their hurt.

For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun?

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

And turn ye not aside: for then should ye go after vain things, which cannot profit nor deliver; for they are vain.

The priests said not, Where is the LORD? and they that handle the law knew me not: the pastors also transgressed against me, and the prophets prophesied by Baal, and walked after things that do not profit.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind: and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart.

We have been with child, we have been in pain, we have as it were brought forth wind; we have not wrought any deliverance in the earth; neither have the inhabitants of the world fallen.

For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: it hath no stalk: the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up.

Labour not for the meat which perisheth, but for that meat which endureth unto everlasting life, which the Son of man shall give unto you: for him hath God the Father sealed.