What is a man profited by all his work which he does under the sun?
One generation goes and another comes; but the earth is for ever.
The sun comes up and the sun goes down, and goes quickly back to the place where he came up.
The wind goes to the south, turning back again to the north; circling round for ever.
All the rivers go down to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the rivers go, there they go again.
All things are full of weariness; man may not give their story: the eye has never enough of its seeing, or the ear of its hearing.
That which has been, is that which is to be, and that which has been done, is that which will be done, and there is no new thing under the sun.
Is there anything of which men say, See, this is new? It has been in the old time which was before us.
There is no memory of those who have gone before, and of those who come after there will be no memory for those who are still to come after them.