⁶ “Surely everyone goes around^(A) like a mere phantom;^(B)
    in vain they rush about,^(C) heaping up wealth^(D)
    without knowing whose it will finally be.^(E)

⁸ There was a man all alone;
    he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil,
    yet his eyes were not content^(A) with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked,
    “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—
    a miserable business!