The author seems to be sharing random thoughts in the same format as the proverbs. This way of sharing nuggets of wisdom or nuggets of despair continues for several chapters. We spend time breaking down and digesting the full nature and intent of the author's contemplations.

Temporal things and events are hevel. Being alone in the temporal is hevel. And, without God, all of it is utterly hevel.

The author has shared God in previous chapters but does not here. Where is the love of Christ?