- The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
- All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
- All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
- The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
- Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
- The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
- All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again.
- All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
- What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
- Is there anything of which one can say, "Look! This is something new"? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time.