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There is an euill, which I sawe vnder the sunne, and it is much among men:
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A man to whom God hath giuen riches and treasures and honour, and he wanteth nothing for his soule of all that it desireth: but God giueth him not power to eate thereof, but a strange man shall eate it vp: this is vanitie, and this is an euill sicknesse.
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If a man beget an hundreth children and liue many yeeres, and the dayes of his yeeres be multiplied, & his soule be not satisfied with good things, and he be not buried, I say that an vntimely fruite is better then he.
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For he commeth into vanitie and goeth into darkenesse: and his name shall be couered with darkenesse.
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Also he hath not seene ye sunne, nor knowen it: therefore this hath more rest then the other.
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And if he had liued a thousand yeeres twise tolde, and had seene no good, shall not all goe to one place?
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All the labour of man is for his mouth: yet the soule is not filled.
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For what hath the wise man more then the foole?
what hath the poore that knoweth how to walke before the liuing?
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The sight of ye eye is better then to walke in ye lustes: this also is vanitie, & vexation of spirit.
10
What is that that hath bene?
the name thereof is nowe named: and it is knowen that it is man: and he cannot striue with him that is stronger then he.
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Svrely there be many things that increase vanitie: and what auaileth it man?
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For who knoweth what is good for man in the life and in the nomber of the dayes of the life of his vanitie, seeing he maketh them as a shadowe?
For who can shewe vnto man what shall be after him vnder the sunne?