There is only one book in the Bible which contains anything approximating my kinda nonsense: good ol' Ecclesiastes! It was written by King Solomon during some kind of existential malaise (apparently, it's not always good to be the King), petulant strop or severe hangover. Here's some of my favourite bits, inappropriately illustrated with pictures of three unhappy housewives. Don't ask me why. As I can but reply that everything is,indeed, meaningless.
"Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.."
"All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing."
"The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us."