Under heaven’s burning sky A man chased the wind with restless hands Pleasure, wisdom, wealth and power All slipped through like shifting sand Vanity of vanities All is vanity, the Teacher cried Everything under the sun In the end it all has died There is a season for everything Time to laugh and time to mourn Time to build and time to tear down Time to scatter and be born Yet the eye is never satisfied The ear is never filled Chasing shadows, grasping vapor Empty hands and hollow thrill So fear the Lord and keep His ways This is all that man can claim For God will judge the righteous And the wicked by their name So fear the Lord and keep His ways This is all that man can claim For God will judge the righteous And the wicked by their name In the end, when breath grows quiet And the dust returns to dust Only reverence stands forever Only this is just
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