有 人 孤 单 无 二 , 无 子 无 兄 , 竟 劳 碌 不 息 , 眼 目 也 不 以 钱 财 为 足 。 他 说 : 我 劳 劳 碌 碌 , 刻 苦 自 己 , 不 享 福 乐 , 到 底 是 为 谁 呢 ? 这 也 是 虚 空 , 是 极 重 的 劳 苦 。
Here is one alone—no one with him; he neither has child nor brother. Yet there is no end to all his labor, neither is his eye satisfied with riches, neither does he ask, For whom do I labor and deprive myself of good? This is also vanity (emptiness, falsity, and futility); yes, it is a painful effort and an unhappy business.
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