So Ahab went into his house sullen and angry because of the word which Naboth the Jezreelite had spoken to him; for he had said, I will not give you the inheritance of my fathers. And he lay down on his bed, and turned away his face, and would eat no food.

And he said to her, Because I spoke to Naboth the Jezreelite, and said to him, Give me your vineyard for money; or else, if it pleases you, I will give you another vineyard for it. And he answered, I will not give you my vineyard.

The wicked man writhes with pain all his days, and the number of years is stored up for the ruthless.

You who tear yourself in anger, shall the earth be forsaken for you? Or shall the rock be removed from its place?

Vanity of vanities, says the preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and striving of spirit.

Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content.

I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in everything I am taught both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to lack.