Moreover, wine betrays; an arrogant man is never at rest. He enlarges his appetite like Sheol, and like Death he is never satisfied. He gathers all the nations to himself; he collects all the peoples for himself.
There is a person without a companion, without even a son or brother, and though there is no end to all his struggles, his eyes are still not content with riches. ‘Who am I struggling for,’ he asks, ‘and depriving myself of good things? ’ This too is futile and a miserable task.
‘Because I spoke to Naboth the Jezreelite,’ he replied. ‘I told him, “Give me your vineyard for silver, or if you wish, I will give you a vineyard in its place.” But he said, “I won’t give you my vineyard! ” ’