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THE BOKE OF THE PREACHER, OTHERVVYSE CALLED ECCLESIASTES. (Book Ecclesiastes)
¶ Al that is in this worlde is vanitie,
CAPI. I.
[ A] THese are the wor∣des of the Preacher, the sonne of Dauid, kynge of Ierusalem. All is but vanitie (sayth the preacher) all is but playne vanite: for what els hath a man, of all ye laboure that he taketh vnder the Sunne? One generacion passeth a∣waye, an other commeth, but the earth aby∣deth styl. The Sunne aryseth, the Sunne go∣eth downe, and returneth to his place, that he maye there ryse vp agayne. The wynde goeth [ B] towarde the South, and fetcheth his cōpase about vnto the North, and so turneth in to him selfe agayne. All floudes run into the see and yet the see is not fylled: for loke vnto what place the waters run, thence they come agayne. All thinges are so harde, that no man can expresse them.* 1.1 The eye is not satisfyed wt sight, the eare is not fylled with hearinge. The thinge that hath bene, commeth to passe agayne: and the thinge that hath bene doone, is done agayne, there is no new thinge vnder ye Sunne. Is there any thinge wherof it may be sayde: lo, this is newe? For it was longe ago in the tymes that haue bene before vs. The thinge that is past, is out of remēbraūce [ C] Euen so the thynges that are for to come, shal no more be thought vpon amonge them that come after. I my selfe the Preacher, beynge kynge of Israel and Ierusalem, applyed my mynde to seke out and searche for the know∣ledge of all thinges that are done vnder hea∣uen. Suche trauayle and laboure hathe God gyuen vnto the children of men, to exercyse them selues therin.
Thus I haue consydred al the thinges that come to passe vnder the Sunne, and lo, they are all but vanitie and vexacion of mynde. [ D] The croked can not be made straight, and the fa••••es can not be nombred. I cōmoned with myne owne hert, sayenge: lo, I am come to a great estate, and haue gotten more wysdome, then all they that haue bene before me in Ie∣rusalem. Yea my hert had great experience of wysdome and knowledge, for there vnto I applyed my mynde, that I might know what were wysdome & vnderstandinge, what were errour and folysshenes. And I perceyued that this also was but a vexacion of mynde: for where moche wysdome is, there is also great trauayle and disquietnesse: & the more know∣ledge a man hath, the more is his care.
¶ Aboundaunce of riches, of pleasure, and of buil∣dynge, are vayne thynges.
CAPI. II.
THen sayd I thus in my hert: Nowe go [ A] to, I will take myne ease & haue good dayes. But lo, that was vanitie also: in so moche that I sayde vnto laughter: thou art mad, and to myrth: what doest thou?
So I thought in my hert, to withdraw my flesh frome wyue, so applye my mynde vnto wysdome, and to comprehende folyshnes vn∣tyll the tyme ye (among al the thinges which are vnder ye sunne) I might se what were best for men to do, so lōge as they lyue vnder hea¦uen. I made gorgious fayre workes. I buyl∣ded me houses, & planted vyneyardes. I made [ B] me ortchardes and gardens of pleasure, and planted trees in them of all maner frutes. I made poles of water, to water the grene and frutefull trees withall. I bought seruauntes and maydens, and had a great housholde. As for catell and shepe, I had more substaūce of them, then all they that were before me in Ierusalem. I gathered siluer and golde togi∣ther, euen a treasure of kynges and landes.
I prouyded me singers and wemen whiche coulde playe of instrumentes, to make men myrth & pastyme. I gat me drinkinge cuppes also and glasses. (Shortly) I was greater & in more worshyp, then all my predecessours in Ierusalem. For wysdome remayned with me and loke what so euer myne eyes desired, I let them haue it: and wherin so euer my hert delyted or had any pleasure, I withhelde it not frome it. Thus my herte reioysed in all yt I dyd, and this I toke for the porcion of all my trauayle. But when I consydred all the workes that my handes had wrought, and al the labours that I had taken therin: lo, all was but vanitie and vexacion of mynde, and nothing of any value vnder the Sunne. Thē turned I me to consydre wysdome, erroure & folyshnesse (for what is he amonge men, that might be compared to me the kynge in suche workes?) and I saw that wysdome excelleth folyshnesse, as farre as lyght doth darckenes For a wyse man beareth his eyes about in his [ C] head, but the fole goeth in the derckenesse. I perceyued also that they both had one ende. Then thought I in my mynde: Yf it happen vnto ye fole as it doth vnto me, what nedeth me then to labour any more for wysdome? so I cōfessed within my hert, that this also was but vanite. For the wyse are euer as lytle in remembraunce as the folysh, and al the dayes for to come shalbe forgotten, yea the wyse mā dyeth as well as the fole. Thus began I to be wery of my lyfe, in so moche that I could away wt nothing that is done vnder the Sun for al was but vanite & vexaciō of mynde: Yea I was wery of all my labour, which I had ta¦ken vnder the sunne, because I shuld be fayne to leaue thē vnto an other mā, yt cōmeth after me, for who knoweth, whether he shall be a wyse mā or a fole? & yet shal he be lorde of al my labours, which I wt such wysdome haue ta¦kē vnder ye Sūne. Is not this a vayne thing?
So I turned me to refrayne my mynde frō all suche trauayle, as I toke vnder the sunne