Ecclesiastes 4

Matthew(i) 1 So I turned me, & considred al the violent wrong that is done vnder the sunne: & beholde, the teares of such as were oppressed, & there was no man to comforte them or that wolde deliuer & defende them from the violence of their oppressours. 2 Wherfore I iudged those that are dead, to be more happy then such as be alyue: 3 yea, hym that is yet vnborne to be better at ease then they both, because he seith not the miserable workes that are done vnder the sunne. 4 Agayn, I sawe that all trauayle and diligence of labour was hated of euery man. This is also a vayn thinge, and a vexacion of mynde. 5 The foole foldeth his handes together, and eateth vp hys owne flesh. 6 One hand full (sayeth he) is better with rest, then bothe the handes full with labour and trauayle. 7 Moreouer, I turned me, & beholde yet another vanitie vnder the Sunne. 8 There is one man, no mo but him self alone, hauing neither childe nor brother: yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, hys eyes can not be satysfied with ryches, (yet doth he not remembre him selfe, & saye:) For whome do I take such trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume away my lyfe? This is also a vayne & miserable thynge. 9 Therfore two are better then one, for they may well enioy the profyt of their labour. 10 If one of them fall, hys companion helpeth hym vp agayn: But wo is hym that is alone, for if he fall, he hathe not another to helpe hym vp. 11 Agayn, when two slepe together, they are warme: but how can a body be warme alone? 12 One maye be ouercome, but two may make resistaunce: A three folde cable is not lightly broken. 13 A poore chylde beynge wyse, is better then an olde kynge, that doteth, & can not beware in tyme to come. 14 Some one commeth out of pryson, & is made a kyng: and another which is born in the kyngdome, commeth vnto pouerte. 15 And I perceyued, that al men lyuyng vnder the Sunne, go with the seconde chylde, that commeth vp in the steade of the other. 16 As for the people that haue bene before hym, and that come after him, they are innumerable: yet is not their ioy the greater thorow hym. This is also a vayne thyng and a vexacion of mynde.