¹¹ Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
    and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;^(A)
    nothing was gained under the sun.^(B)

¹⁵ Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb,
    and as everyone comes, so they depart.^(A)
They take nothing from their toil^(B)
    that they can carry in their hands.^(C)

As everyone comes, so they depart,
    and what do they gain,
    since they toil for the wind?^(D)