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All things are full of weariness;
    a man cannot utter it;
(A)the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
    nor the ear filled with hearing.

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All things are wearisome,
    more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,(A)
    nor the ear its fill of hearing.

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All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

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one person who has no other, either son or brother, yet there is no end to all his toil, and his (A)eyes are never satisfied with riches, so that he never asks, (B)“For whom am I toiling and depriving myself of pleasure?” This also is vanity and an unhappy (C)business.

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There was a man all alone;
    he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
    yet his eyes were not content(A) with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
    “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—
    a miserable business!

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There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

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