"What profit has a man from all his labor
in which he toils under the sun?
One generation passes away, and another
generation comes;
But the earth abides forever.
The sun also rises, and the sun goes
down,
And hastens to the place where it arose.
The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit.
All the rivers run into t he sea,
Yet the sea is not full;
To the place from which rivers come,
there they return again.
All things are full of labor;
Man cannot express it.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing,
Nor the ear filled with hearing.

That which has been is what will be,
that which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which it may be said,
"See, this is new"?
It has already been in ancient times
before us.
There is no remembrance of former things,
Nor will there be any remembrance of things
that are to come
By those who will come after."