So I returned, and considered all the oppressionsthat are doneunder the sun: and behold the tears of such as wereoppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of theiroppressorsthere was power; but they had no comforter.
There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hathneitherchild nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfiedwithriches; neithersaith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is alsovanity, yea, it is a soretravail.
There is no end of all the people, even of all thathavebeenbeforethem: theyalsothatcomeaftershall not rejoice in him. Surelythisalso is vanity and vexation of spirit.