Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do; and, behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.
And whanne Y hadde turned me to alle werkis whiche myn hondys hadden maad, and to þe trauels in whiche Y hadde swet in veyn, Y siy in alle thingis vanyte and turment of þe soule, and þat no thing vndir sunne dwellith stabli.