⁸ All things are wearisome,
    more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,^(A)
    nor the ear its fill of hearing.

⁸ 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!