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CHAP. II.

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I bade my heart prove mirth and pleasure; they
I also found but empty vanity.

2

I said of laughter, Surely it is madness;
And what does mirth but fills the mind with sadness?

3

With wine I sought to chear my heart; but, when
I thought on wisdom, this was also vain:
Folly I try'd, to see what's good for men
To do on earth while they alive remain.

4

Great works I made, and built me houses great,
And planted vineyards at a costly rate:

5

Gardens I made, and orchards to my mind,
And fruit trees planted therein of each kind:

6

I made me pools for wat'ring nurseries,
That bringeth forth the young and tender trees:

7

I got me servants, yea, and maidens fair,
And in my house too servants born were:
I had great store of cattle great and small,
Exceeding far my predecessors all:

8

I gath'red silver, gold, and ev'ry thing
That proper were for princes or a king:
I got me singers and delightful sports,
With instrumental music of all sorts.

9

So I was great, increas'd above all them
That were before me in Jerusalem;
Also my wisdom did with me remain.

10

Mine eyes desire I never did restrain;
I ne'er withheld my heart from any joys,
And in my labours greatly did rejoice:
This was the portion of my labours all,
That unto me of all these did befal:

11

I look'd on all the works my hands had wrought,
And on the labours my inventions sought;
And lo, I found them trifling vanity,
And sore vexation of my soul to be:
There was no profit in ought I had done,
Nor satisfaction here below the sun.

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I turn'd myself sage wisdom to behold;
With madness too, and folly, I made bold:
What can the man do that comes after me?
Ev'n what is done, surely no more can he.

13

Then did I see that wisdom did excel
Folly, as far as heaven itself does hell.

14

The wise man's eyes are in his head; but lo,
The fool in paths of darkness on doth go:
And I myself perceiv'd, that unto all
One event still, for the most part, doth fall.

15

Then did I say, Why should I wiser be
Than is the fool? for now I plainly see
One event happ'neth both to him and me;
Then said I thereby this is vanity.

16

For there's no more remembrance of the wise
Than of the fool: in death all hidden lyes:
That which is now shall all forgotten be;
And as the fool, doth not the wise man, die?

17

Therefore I even hated life, because
The work I did unto me grievous was:
For surely all is empty vanity,
And sore vexation of the spirit be.

18

I hated all the labours I had done,
And my inventions here below the sun;
Because that he who shall come after me
Shall in short time thereof possessor be.

19

And who knows whether he'll be wise or fool?
Yet he o'er all my labours shall have rule,
Wherein I labour'd, and my wisdom shown:
This is a vanity below the sun.

20

Then did I seek to cause my heart despair
Of all the works whereof my heart took care.

21

For there's a man hath wisdom to invent,
And knowledge to work out his whole intent;
In equity he deals with all mankind:
Yet must he leave his labours all behind,
Unto a man that ne'er employ'd a thought
T'accomplish them, nor therein ever wrought:

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This surely is a sordid vanity,
And also a great evil certainly.

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For what hath man of all his labours done,
And heart's vexation here below the sun?

23

For all his days are sorrows, travel, grief;
Yea, all he doth can yield him no relief.
When as at night his heart can take no rest:
This is a vanity, and not the least.

24

There's nothing better for a man, I think,
Than that he should with pleasure eat and drink;
And let his soul enjoy the happiness
Of all he does, and all he doth possess:
But this I saw to mortals certainly
Came from the lib'ral hand of the Most High.

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For who can eat, his soul to satisfy,
Or who can hasten thereto more than I?

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For God gives still to good men in his sight
Wisdom and knowledge, joy and heart's delight:
But to the wicked travel, toil and pain,
God gives, that they may wealth and riches gain,
That he may give't to good men in his sight.
This is a vain vexation of the sp'rit.