Bible Commentaries

Ecclesiastes 9:2

It is verbally true, that in the sacred Scriptures it is written: As is the good, so is the sinner, and he that sweareth as he that feareth an oath. A man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, drink, and be merry, etc. But he who should repeat these words, and this assurance, to an ignorant man in the hour of his temptation, lingering at the door of an ale-house, or hesitating as to the testimony required of him in the court of justice, would, spite of this verbal truth, be a liar, and the murderer of his brother's conscience.

—Coleridge, The Friend, v.

References.—IX:3.—G. Brooks, Outlines of Sermons, p64. IX:7 , 8.—J. Keble, Sermons for Ascension Day to Trinity Sunday, p315. J. Thomas, Myrtle Street Pulpit, vol. iii. p334. IX:8.—H. J. Wilmot-Buxton, Common Life Religion, p117. S. Baring-Gould, Village Preaching for a Year (2Series), vol. ii. p226.

Ecclesiastes 9:9

Do you know what it is to love and to be loved? Do you know—not by hearsay merely, but by experience—this absorption of the life of one human being in another, the one man in the one woman, the one woman in the one man? For the time they, each to each, alike the centre and the sum, the very end and purpose of creation; the rest vague, phantasmal—they, each to each, the only abiding reality. For the time they, each through the other, possessors and interpreters of all things; this immense universe a setting merely, the sights and sounds, the glory and wonder of it, but ministers to their delight in one another. For them stare rise and set, and the wheat waves under the summer wind. For them the sea grows white westward, at evening, meeting the sky in long embrace. For them all fair pictures are painted; all songs sung; and even common things become instinct with a strange sacramental grace. For them the oracles are no longer dumb, the mysteries lie open, they walk with the gods.

This is the crown and triumph of the riddle of sex; wherein, for the time, the long torment, shame, and anguish of it is forgotten, so that man's curse becomes, for the time, his most exquisite blessing—a blessing in which body and spirit equally participate.

—Lucas Malet.

It is not by renouncing the joys which lie close to us that we shall grow wise. As we grow wise, we unconsciously abandon the joys that now are beneath us.

—Maeterlinck.

See also Mark Rutherford's Autobiography, p8 (Preface to second edition), and R. L. Stevenson's lines on "The Celestial Surgeon" (in Underwoods). "I shall marry Charlotte, we shall live here together all our lives and die here," thought Barnabas, as he went up the hill. "I shall lie in my coffin in the north room, and it will all be over." But his heart leaped with joy. He stepped out proudly like a soldier in a battalion."

—M. E. Wilkins in Pembroke.

The Lapse of Time

Ecclesiastes 9:10

Life is ever crumbling away under us. What should we say to a Ecclesiastes 9:10

Noble, upright, self-relying Toil! who that knows thy solid worth and value, would be ashamed of thy hard hands, and thy obscure tasks, thy humble cottage, and hard couch, and homely fare! Save for thee and thy lessons, man in society would everywhere sink into a sad compound of the fiend and the wild beast; and this fallen world would be as certainly a moral as a natural wilderness. But I little thought of the excellence of thy character and of thy teachings, when, with a heavy heart, I set out on a morning of early spring, to take my first lesson from thee in a sandstone quarry.

—Hugh Miller, My Schools and Schoolmasters, chap. viii.

Ecclesiastes 9:10

I lie down on my child's grave and fill my mouth with the clay, and say nothing.... But then, dear Mosley, do not think that I do not react under the stroke: I am not merely passive. This is my action. Death teaches me to act thus—to cling with tenfold tenacity to those that remain. A man might, indeed, argue thus. The pain of separation from those we love is so intense that I will not love, or, at least, I will withdraw myself into a delicate suspension of bias, so that when the time comes I may not feel the pang, or hardly feel it. This would be the economical view, and a sufficiently base one. But I am taught by death to run the fullest flood into my family relations. The ground is this. He is gone: I have no certain ground whatever for expecting that that relation can be renewed. Therefore, I am thankful that; I actualized it intensely, ardently, and effectually, while it existed; and now I will do the same for what is left to me; nay, I will do much more; for I did not do enough. He and I might have been intertwined a great deal more, and that we were not appears to me now a great loss. In this, as in everything else, I accept the words of the Ecclesiast—"What thine hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for"—you know the rest.

—Letters of T. E. Brown, vol. I. pp88 , 89.

Ecclesiastes 9:10

His career was one of unbroken shame. He did not drink, he was exactly honest, he was never rude to his employers, yet he was everywhere discharged. Bringing no interest to his duties, he brought no attention; his day was a tissue of things neglected and things done amiss; and from place to place and from town to town he carried the character of one thoroughly incompetent.

—R. L. Stevenson, The Ebb Tide, I.

See Ruskin's Lectures on Art, p86.

Here on earth we are as soldiers, fighting in a foreign land, that understand not the plan of the campaign, and have no need to understand it; seeing well what is at our hand to be done. Let us do it like soldiers, with submission, with courage, with a heroic joy. Whatever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might.

—Carlyle.

References.—IX:10.—Penny Pulpit, No1605 , p239. W. Brock, Midsummer Morning Sermons, p155. H. M. Butler, Harrow School Sermons, p398. J. H. Newman, Parochial and Plain Sermons, vol. vii. p1. C. Bosanquet, Blossoms for the King's Garden, p125. Spurgeon, Sermons, vol. v. No259. Ibid. vol. xix. No1119. IX:10 , 11.—J. C. M. Bellew, Sermons, vol. iii. p35.

Ecclesiastes 9:11

Between unarmed men the battle is to the strong, where the strong is no blunderer.

—George Eliot.

Borrow, writing in Lavengro of his father's abilities and misfortunes, declares that, "with far inferior qualifications many a man has become a field-marshal or general... but the race is not always for the swift, nor the battle for the strong; indeed, I ought rather to say very seldom; certain it is that my father, with all his high military qualifications, never became emperor, field-marshal, or even general". See Jowett's College Sermons, pp244 f.

The Race Not to the Swift

Ecclesiastes 9:11

I. One of the favourite words of Dr. John Brown—the gentle author of Rab and His Friends—one of the words that was often on his lips was the word unexpectedness. And as we look on the men whom we have known since childhood, and whose lives we have watched unrolling in the years, there are very few of us who cannot discern that unexpected element

a. We may trace our text through all kinds of achievement. You have but to think of the books by which we live, or of those lives of thought or action which are our richest heritage, to be face to face with the incalculable element which lies in the Divine method of surprise. There is a hand at work we cannot stay, and it hath exalted those of low degree.

b. Our text has singular significance in that universal search, the search for happiness. It is not those who have most to make them happy who always prove themselves the happy people.
And this is conspicuously true of Jesus Christ, the Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief. I like sometimes to contrast the Man of Nazareth with the Emperor who was reigning then, Tiberius.

c. Our text applies to the spiritual life, for not many wise, not many mighty are called. God hath chosen the weak things of the world to bring to naught those that are strong in battle. I know no sphere in human life where the element of unexpectedness so largely enters as in the sphere that we call spiritual, and in the movements and changes of the soul.

II. Let me suggest to you some of the moral values of this truth: (1) It is mighty to keep us from discouragement, and to cheer us when the lights are burning dim. It gives a chance to mediocre people, to commonplace and undistinguished thousands, when above all might and brilliance is a power that has a way of working to unexpected ends. (2) It is meant to wean us from all pride, and to keep us watchful, humble, and dependent (3) It clears the ground for God, and leaves a space to recognize Him in. If the strongest were sure of triumph in every battle there would be little room on the field for the Divine. Just because He reigns, the battle is not always to the strong.

—G. H. Morrison, The Wings of the Morning, p66.

References.—IX:11-18.—T. C. Finlayson, A Practical Exposition of Ecclesiastes 9:14-15

Here the corruption of states is set forth, that esteem not virtue or merit longer than they have use of it.

—Bacon.

See Spenser's Ruines of Time, p422 f. Also Addison in The Spectator (No464).

Schopenhauer somewhere observes that "people in general have eyes and ears, but not much else—little judgment and even little memory. There are many services to the State quite beyond the range of their understanding."

References.—IX:14 , 15.—J. Thomas, Myrtle Street Pulpit, vol. ii. p97. S. Baring-Gould, One Hundred Sermon-Sketches, p96. X:1.—Ibid. p10. X:7.—Spurgeon, Morning by Morning, p140.