Dust


There is nothing better
for a man than to enjoy his work,
because that is his lot.
For who can bring him to
see what will happen after him?

All man's efforts are for his mouth,
yet his appetite is never satisfied.

All go to the same place;
all come from dust, and to dust all return.

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 with his wealth.

Naked a man comes from his mother's womb,
and as he comes, so he departs.
e takes nothing from his labor
that he can carry in his hand.

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