The Preacher again considers all the oppressions done under the sun. He sees the tears of the oppressed, with no one to comfort them, and power on the side of those who oppress them. For that reason he praises the dead more than the living, and considers the one who has not yet been born happier still, since he has not seen the evil done under the sun.
He also sees that all toil and skill spring from a person's envy of his neighbor, and he calls it vanity. The fool folds his hands and consumes his own flesh, but one handful with quietness is better than two handfuls with toil and a chasing after wind.
Then he describes a man who is alone, with no companion, no son or brother, who toils without end and whose eyes are never satisfied with riches; he wonders for whom he labors and deprives himself of good. So he praises companionship: two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil, if one falls the other lifts him up, together they keep warm and together they resist, and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.
The chapter ends with a short story: better is a poor and wise youth than an old and foolish king who no longer takes advice. The youth comes out of prison to reign, but the crowd that follows him will not rejoice in him when the next generation comes. That too is vanity and a chasing after wind.