If you can keep your head when all about you
Are blaming theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too...
Whoops wrong poem. Ecclesiastes reminds us that even in tough times, our days are numbered. This chapter is oddly written in a different voice, as though our narrator is dead and someone else is teaching us now.
This guy reminds us that the preacher was smart, but eschewed book learning because it makes you old. Also, our only duty is to fear god. That's so not what the entire rest of the book was about, but anyway.
Well, that's it. Not exactly going out with a bang. Tomorrow: the book of sex poems that somehow worked its way into the bible.