So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind – Ecclesiastes 2:17
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind – Ecclesiastes 2:17
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind – Ecclesiastes 2:17