S urely every man walks to and fro—like a shadow in a pantomime; surely for futility and emptiness he is in turmoil; each one heaps up riches, not knowing who will gather them.
Sí, l'uomo va attorno come un'ombra sí, invano si affaticano tutti e accumulano beni senza sapere chi li raccoglierà!
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