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Indeed, all his days are filled with grief, and his task is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

For all his days [are] sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

For all his days are pains, and his occupation vexation; yea, even in the night his heart taketh not rest. This also is vanity.