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There was a solitary individual,
    without a friend, with neither a son nor a brother.
Yet there was no end to his toil,
    and wealth did not satisfy his greed.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
    “and depriving myself of pleasures?”
This also is vanity
    and a worthless task.

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There was a man all alone;
    he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
    yet his eyes were not content(A) with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
    “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—
    a miserable business!

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