The book of Ecclesiastes is often
referred to as poetry. In a general sense I suppose this is true: there are numerous poetic passages within Ecclesiastes.
But if the inclusion of Ecclesiastes in the “poetic books” of scripture leads us to expect another
Psalms, we will probably be disappointed. The majority of the book is made up
of prose (usually arguments and observations of one sort or another) and
proverbial sayings of various lengths that do not conform to any standard
poetic structure even in the original Hebrew.
Modern English versions distinguish the obviously poetic passages for us by indenting them. We
are going to look at one today.