U n om este singur singurel, n'are nici fiu, nici frate, şi totuş munca lui n'are sfîrşit, ochii nu i se satură niciodată de bogăţii, şi nu se gîndeşte:,, Pentru cine muncesc eu, şi-mi lipsesc sufletul de plăceri?`` Şi aceasta este o deşertăciune şi un lucru rău.
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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