S o I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was grievous to me; because everything is futility and striving after wind. The Futility of Labor
Затова намразих живота, Защото тежки ми <се видяха> делата, които стават под слънцето; Понеже всичко е суета и гонене на вятър.
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