2 It is useless, useless, said the Philosopher. Life is useless, all useless.
3 You spend your life working, labouring, and what do you have to show for it?
4 Generations come and generations go, but the world stays just the same.
5 The sun still rises, and it still goes down, going wearily back to where it must start all over again.
6 The wind blows south, the wind blows north — round and round and back again.
7 Every river flows into the sea, but the sea is not yet full. The water returns to where the rivers began, and starts all over again.
8 Everything leads to weariness — a weariness too great for words. Our eyes can never see enough to be satisfied; our ears can never hear enough.