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Ecclesiastes
Chapter 2
17 Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
The Futility of Work
18 Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me.
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