I should have posted this about 3 months ago, about the time when I was pondering about my results, I read it last week but forgot to write...
A generation goes, and a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises, and the sun goes down,
and 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.
All streams run to the sea,
but the sea is not full;
to the place where the stream flow,
there they flow again.
All things are full or weariness;
a man cannot utter;
the eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.
What has been is what will be,
and what has been done is what will be done,
and there is nothing new under the sun.
Such great poetry I am not capable of, for this is the work of a king.
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