5
The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.
6
Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and pursuit of the wind.
7
Again, I saw futility under the sun.
8
There is a man all alone, without even a son or brother. And though there is no end to his labor, his eyes are still not content with his wealth: “For whom do I toil and bereave my soul of enjoyment?” This too is futile—a miserable task.
9
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor.