What profit hath a man from all his labor which he doeth under the sun?

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do; and behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.

For what hath man for all his labor and for the vexation of his heart wherewith he hath labored 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 this also is a sore evil: that in all ways as he came, so shall he go. And what profit hath he that hath labored for the wind?

In all labor there is profit, but the talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.

For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?