The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread tot he wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding , nor yet favour to men of skill: but time and chance happeneth to them all.
I don't know what is going to happen, we are going into the finals of the World Cup 2010, I am sitting here wondering of myself...
As thou knowest not what is the way of the Spirit nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.
Sometimes, it all comes to a point where,
I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which have not yet been , who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun
And when better hours smile upon me,
There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was a from the hand of God.
Until I brought back to reality when I look in the shadow of life
Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness ; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.
Where do I go from here,
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions
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