I said to myself, "Come now, I will make a test of pleasure; enjoy yourself." But again, this also was vanity.
I said of laughter, "It is mad," and of pleasure, "What use is it?"
I searched with my mind how to cheer my body with wine—my mind still guiding me with wisdom—and how to lay hold on folly, until I might see what was good for mortals to do under heaven during the few days of their life.
I made great works; I built houses and planted vineyards for myself;
I made myself gardens and parks, and planted in them all kinds of fruit trees.
I made myself pools from which to water the forest of growing trees.