Ecclesiastes 2:10, 11, 24

I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my toil.

Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.

A person can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in their own toil. This too, I see, is from the hand of God