I Kings 21; Ecclesiastes 7:15-8:1

Behold the king! His en’vous eyes devour
Neighbor’s flowing vineyard till sleep is slain.
Barking queen’s dolts plot doom through dark glower;
Hurl rocks til righteous Naboth feels no pain.
Stumbling headlong into deep upon deep,
Fumbling in a dark cave, I sought to know
Why fate causes good men fals’ly to reap
A hard harvest they did not think or sow.
But closer glance no vindication finds
For only one in two thousand prevail
A little good, some cream atop mankind’s
Endless cursing and finally cursed tale.
Blame not Yahweh for life’s futility;
Depraved man is cause for grave mystery.