This is a grievous evil which I have seen under the sun: riches hoarded by their owners to their own hurt.
It is vain for you to rise early and put off your rest at night, To eat bread earned by hard toil— all this God gives to his beloved in sleep.
But you have given my heart more joy than they have when grain and wine abound.
When you lie down, you will not be afraid, when you rest, your sleep will be sweet.
At this I awoke and opened my eyes; my sleep was satisfying.