Lyrics Ecclesiastes 2:20-25 (Interlude) - Trulah

So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun
For a person may work with wisdom, knowledge and skill
And then they must leave all they own to another who has not toiled for it
This too, is meaningless, and a great misfortune
What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun
All their days, their work is grief and pain
Even at night their minds do not rest
This too is meaningless
A person can do nothing better than to eat, and drink, and find satisfaction in their own toil
This too I see, is from the hand of God for without Him
Who can eat, or find enjoyment