Yea also, because he transgresses by wine, he is a proud man, neither stays at home, who enlarges his desire like hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathers to himself all nations, and heaps up for himself all people:
There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he has neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labor; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither says he, For whom do I labor, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a hard toil.
You looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when you brought it home, I blew upon it. Why? says the LORD of hosts. Because of my house that is in ruins, and you run every man to his own house.
Therefore the land of darkenss has enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure: and their glory, and their multitude, and their pomp, and he that rejoices, shall descend into it.