EcclésiasteChapitre 2

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I said to myself, "Come now, I will test you with pleasure; enjoy what is good." But look—this too is a fleeting breath.
Of laughter I said, "It is madness," and of pleasure, "What does it accomplish?"
I explored in my heart how to cheer my body with wine—my mind still guiding me with wisdom—and how to lay hold of folly, until I might see what is good for people to do under heaven during the few days of their lives.
I undertook great works: I built houses for myself and planted vineyards for myself.
I made gardens and parks for myself and planted in them every kind of fruit tree.
I made reservoirs for myself, to water a grove of growing trees.
I bought male and female slaves, and I had servants born in my house. I also owned more herds and flocks than anyone in Jerusalem before me.
I amassed silver and gold for myself, the treasure of kings and provinces. I acquired male and female singers, and the delights of men—a harem.
So I became great, surpassing everyone in Jerusalem before me. And still my wisdom stayed with me.
Whatever my eyes desired I did not withhold from them; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart found joy in all my labor, and this was my reward for all my labor.
Then I turned to consider all the works my hands had done and the labor I had spent doing them, and look—it was all a fleeting breath, a chasing after wind, and there was nothing to be gained under the sun.
Then I turned to consider wisdom, along with madness and folly. For what can the one do who comes after the king? Only what has already been done.
And I saw that wisdom surpasses folly as light surpasses darkness.
The wise man has eyes in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. Yet I also came to know that one and the same fate overtakes them both.
So I said to myself, "The fate of the fool will overtake me as well. Why then have I been so very wise?" And I said in my heart that this too is a fleeting breath.
For the wise man, like the fool, is not remembered forever; in the days to come both will be long forgotten. How is it that the wise man dies just like the fool?
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. It is all a fleeting breath, a chasing after wind.
I hated all the fruit of my labor under the sun, because I must leave it to the one who comes after me.
And who knows whether he will be wise or a fool? Yet he will have mastery over all the fruit of my labor, into which I poured my toil and my wisdom under the sun. This too is a fleeting breath.
So I turned and gave my heart over to despair concerning all the labor I had toiled at under the sun.
For here is a man whose work is done with wisdom, knowledge, and skill, and he must hand it all over as a portion to someone who never worked for it. This too is a fleeting breath, and a great evil.
For what does a person get from all his labor and from the striving of his heart, as he toils under the sun?
All his days his work brings pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is a fleeting breath.
There is nothing better for a person than to eat and drink and find enjoyment in his labor. This too, I saw, comes from the hand of God.
For who can eat, and who can find enjoyment, apart from him?
To the one who pleases him God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy; but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and heaping up, only to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is a fleeting breath, a chasing after wind.