What does man gain from all his labor?
All the rivers run down to the ocean,
yet the sea is never full.
What is twisted can never
What is lacking can never be counted
For with wisdom comes much sorrow
the more we grieve in pain
I was a teacher, the king of all of Israel,
I was a wise man, the wisest in the land.
I built the greatest houses,
but without the hand of God,
my life could have no mean
The eye will never have enough of seeing
You will never hear enough to feel
There is nothing new beneath the heavens
All my wisdom and all of my labor
Are as folly in the sight of God
For the wise men and the fool
be forgotten all the same
The Lord of all the kingdom
Which fills your heart with pleasure
But without the hand of God
Your life will have no meaning
You're just chasing after,
you're just chasing after the wind.