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Monday, August 23, 2010

Toil under the sun

What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?

2: 11
I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight n all my work and this was the reward for all my labor. Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.

hands wrinkled with age stretch out to soak up something unfamiliar

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