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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.
Yet better than both
    is one who has not yet been,
who has never seen the evil work
    that is done under the sun.

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