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11 Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had spent in doing it, and again, all was vanity and a chasing after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.(A)

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    Surely everyone goes about like a shadow.
Surely for nothing they are in turmoil;
    they heap up and do not know who will gather.(A)

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10 When we look at the wise, they die;
    fool and dolt perish together
    and leave their wealth to others.(A)

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