5. The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh.
6. Better is a hand filled with rest than both hands filled with toil and feeding on wind.
7. Then I looked again at futility under the sun:
8. There is one, without a second, who has neither son nor brother. And there is no end to all his labours. His eye also is not satisfied with riches. “And for whom am I toiling and depriving myself of good?” That too is futility, and an evil task.
9. Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labour.