To every thing there is a season,and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born,and a time to die; a time to plant,and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill,and a time to heal; a time to break down,and a time to build up;
A time to weep,and a time to laugh; a time to mourn,and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace,and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get,and a time to lose; a time to keep,and a time to cast away;
A time to rend,and a time to sew; a time to keep silence,and a time to speak;
A time to love,and a time to hate; a time of war,and a time of peace.
What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?
I have seen the travail,which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:also he hath set the world in their heart,so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
I know that there is no good in them,but for a man to rejoice,and to do good in his life.
And also that every man should eat and drink,and enjoy the good of all his labour,it is the gift of God.