עָמֵל

I hated all for which I had toiled under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who comes after me.

For what does a man get for all the toil and striving with which he labors under the sun?

What does the worker gain from his toil?

There is a man all alone, without even a son or brother. And though there is no end to his labor, his eyes are still not content with his wealth: “For whom do I toil and bereave my soul of enjoyment?” This too is futile—a miserable task.

Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of the fleeting life that God has given you under the sun—all your fleeting days. For this is your portion in life and in your labor under the sun.