Panta Rhei

What does a man gain by all the toil?
At which he toils under this Sun?
Generations come Generations go
But the earth stands forever fast

Vanity of Vanities!
Inexorable a-way
Vanities of Vanities!
All is vanity: Panta Rhei!

The Sun rises and the Sun goes down
(And it) hastens to the place where it rises
The wind blows to the south
And goes around to the north
Around and around goes the wind
And on its circuits the wind returns

Vanity of Vanities!
Inexorable a-way
Vanities of Vanities!
All is vanity: Panta Rhei!