those all alone with no companion, with neither child nor sibling—with no end to all their toil, and no satisfaction from riches. For whom do I toil and deprive myself of good things? This also is vanity and a bad business.
Indeed wealth is treacherous; a proud man does not succeed. He who opens wide his throat like Sheol, and is insatiable as death, Who gathers to himself all the nations, and collects for himself all the peoples—
You expected much, but it came to little; and what you brought home, I blew away. Why is this?—oracle of the Lord of hosts— Because my house is the one which lies in ruins, while each of you runs to your own house.