A lover of money never has enough money, and a lover of wealth is never satisfied with his income. This too is futile.
Whoever works his land will be satisfied with food, but whoever chases fantasies will have his fill of poverty.
The fallow field of the poor yields much food, but it is swept away by injustice.
The heavens are the heavens of Adonai, but the earth He gave to the children of men.
Though the profit of the land is taken by all, a king is served by the fields.
When goods increase, so do those who consume them. So what advantage are they to the owner except he sees it with his eyes?
There is one who has no one else, neither son nor brother, yet there is no end to all his toil. His eyes are not content with riches. “So, for whom am I toiling, and depriving myself of prosperity?” This too is meaningless— a grievous task!
All a man’s labor is for his mouth, yet his appetite is not satisfied.