EccЕкл EcclesiastesЕклесиаст, chapterглава EcclesiastesКнига на Еклесиаста, chapterглава 4

There is a man all alone, without even a son or brother. And though there is no end to his labor, his eyes are still not content with his wealth: “For whom do I toil and bereave my soul of enjoyment?” This too is futile — a miserable task.