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Futility of Human Labor

Again I looked and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and behold,

I saw the tears of the oppressed,
    but they have no comforter.
Power is in the hand of their oppressors,
    but they had no comforter.
So I considered the dead,
    who are already dead,
more fortunate than the living,
    who are still alive.

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