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I the teacher was king over Israel I devoted myself to study and explore By wisdom all that is done under heaven What a heavy burden God has laid on men I have seen all the things that are done Under the sun, a chasing after the wind What is twisted cannot be straightened What is lacking cannot be counted I applied myself to the understanding Of wisdom and also of madness and folly But I learned that this too Is a chasing of the wind What is twisted cannot be straightened What is lacking cannot be counted With much wisdom comes much sorrow The more knowledge the more grief I denied myself nothing My eyes desired I refused my heart no pleasure My heart took delight in all my work And this was the reward for my labor Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done And what I had toiled to achieve Everything was a chasing of the wind The fate of the fool will overtake me What then do I gain by being wise Letras de cancionesFor the wise man like the fool Will not be long remembered In the days to come both will be forgotten Like the fool, the wise man too must die I the teacher was king over Israel I devoted myself to study and explore From Letras Mania