There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

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There was a man all alone;
    he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
    yet his eyes were not content(A) with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
    “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—
    a miserable business!

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16 Better is little with the fear of the Lord than great treasure and trouble therewith.

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16 Better a little with the fear of the Lord
    than great wealth with turmoil.(A)

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17 Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

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17 Better a small serving of vegetables with love
    than a fattened calf with hatred.(A)

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Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues without right.

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Better a little with righteousness
    than much gain(A) with injustice.(B)

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