previously on the chosen people.

My king, as you know, I oversee the labor for these projects.

King Hiram has been generous, sending us skilled laborers and craftsmen,

and of course the tribes of Israel have provided men to serve as well.

I've even gathered the descendants of the Canaanites still in our land to supplement our workforce. Yet, despite these

efforts, completing projects on time remains a challenge. I fear the new endeavors will face similar

difficulties. Oh yes, my king, young Jeroboam would serve. He's well-liked among the men,

and he's from the tribe of Ephraim. If I may offer a suggestion, my king,

Lord Adoniram, perhaps you could send the conscripted men of his tribe to him.

The golden glow of the early morning sun reflected off the temple's gleaming limestone and gilded

surfaces, refracting beams of dazzling light through the portico. Incense

curled skyward from the priest's firepans, filling the air with a sweet aroma that mingled

with the frenzied anticipation of the day. Thousands gathered in the vast courtyard, priests, nobles, elders and commoners, each straining

to glimpse the moment Israel had waited generations for. At the heart of it all stood Solomon.

The temple was finished, the promise fulfilled, and the Lord was pleased.

Yet even in its perfection, Solomon wanted more.

Then I considered all that my hands had done, and the toil I had expended in doing it.

Behold, all was vanity and striving after wind.

All the toil of madness for his mouth,

yet his appetite is not satisfied.

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