Finally, I said to myself, “Being wise got me nowhere! The same thing will happen to me that happens to fools. Nothing makes sense.
So I'll make you wiser than anyone who has ever lived or ever will live.
I have seen it all, and everything is just as senseless as chasing the wind.
I said to myself, “You are by far the wisest person who has ever lived in Jerusalem. You are eager to learn, and you have learnt a lot.”
The more you know, the more it hurts; the more you understand, the more you suffer.
Nothing makes sense! Everything is nonsense. I have seen it all— nothing makes sense!
Wise or foolish, we all die and are soon forgotten.”
The more we talk, the less sense we make, so what good does it do to talk?
We may be sensible, yet we are no better off than a fool. And if we are poor, it still doesn't do us any good to try to live right.