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.
有人孤单无二,无子无兄,竟劳碌不息,眼目也不以钱财为足。他说:「我劳劳碌碌,刻苦自己,不享福乐,到底是为谁呢?」这也是虚空,是极重的劳苦。