The Futility of Labor

¹⁸ So I hated ^(A)all the fruit of my labor for which I had labored under the sun, because I must ^(B)leave it to the man who will come after me.

¹² For who knows what is good for a person during his lifetime, during the few ^[a]years of his futile life? He will ^[b]spend them like a shadow. For who can tell a person ^(A)what will happen after him under the sun?

⁷ If no one ^(A)knows what will happen, who can tell him when it will happen?

¹⁴ Yet the ^(A)fool multiplies words. No person knows what will happen, and who can tell him ^(B)what will come after him?