And when I had turned me to all the works which mine hands had made, and to the travails in which I had sweated in vain, I saw in all things vanity and torment of soul, and that nothing under [the] sun dwelleth.
For what profiteth it to a man [or what profiteth to a man], if he win all the world, and suffer impairing of his soul? or what exchanging shall a man give for his soul?