The Emptiness of Work

¹⁸ I hated all my work that I laboured at under the sun^(A) because I must leave it to the one who comes after me.^(B)

¹² For who knows what is good for anyone in life, in the few days of his futile life that he spends like a shadow?^(A) Who can tell anyone what will happen after him under the sun?

⁷ Yet no one knows what will happen^(A) because who can tell him what will happen?