Why Work at All? (Ecclesiastes 1 & 2)

Round and round and round it goes; what it means there’s no one knows.

Wind blows north and then blows south, Streams run sea-ward to their mouths.

All seems vainly just to boil. What’s the worth of ceaseless toil?

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Diligence won’t make it known, nor has data ever shown:

rightness rests on those who own. Knowledge has been overblown.

Here’s the mantra to intone, “Knowing more means more you groan.” 

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Work itself is hateful waste, think of how you spend your days.

Since you can’t keep what you earn, might as well just let it burn.

Foolish heirs each take a share, scattering it who knows where?

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Massive wealth, that vanity, offers false security.

Spendthrift daughter, lazy son, soon will see it gone and done.

Why exist as Mammon’s slave, just to leave it to a knave?

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Source:  Ecclesiastes 1:2, 12-14; 2:18-23

Text:   David Alexander, 2022  CC BY-SA NC 4.0

Tune:   Ratisbon, Public Domain

Score:    https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF/ChristWhoseGlory-Ratisbon.pdf 

Audio:   www.smallchurchmusic.com  Used by Permission

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