The one who loves money is never satisfied with money, and whoever loves wealth [is] never [satisfied] with income. This too is futile.
When good things increase, the ones who consume them multiply; what, then, is the profit to the owner, except to gaze at them with his eyes?
The sleep of the worker is sweet, whether he eats little or much; but the abundance of the rich permits him no sleep.
There is a sickening tragedy I have seen under the sun: wealth kept by its owner to his harm.
That wealth was lost in a bad venture, so when he fathered a son, he was empty-handed.
As he came from his mother's womb, so he will go again, naked as he came;a he will take nothing for his efforts that he can carry in his hands.
This too is a sickening tragedy: exactly as he comes, so he will go. What does he gain who struggles for the wind?
What is more, he eats in darkness all his days, with much sorrow, sickness, and anger.