The Vanity of Labor

¹⁸ Thus I hated ^(A)all the fruit of my labor for which I had labored under the sun, for I must ^(B)leave it to the man who will come after me.

¹² For who knows what is good for a man during his lifetime, during the few days of his vain life? He will make do with them like a ^(A)shadow. For who can tell a man ^(B)what will be after him under the sun?

⁷ If no one ^(A)knows what will happen, who can tell him when it will happen?

¹⁴ Yet the ^(A)simpleminded fool multiplies words. No man knows what will happen, and who can tell him ^(B)what will come after him?