Therefore I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was distressing to me, for all is vanity and grasping for the wind.

我所以恨恶生命；因为在日光之下所行的事我都以为烦恼，都是虚空，都是捕风。

于是我恨恶生命，因为在日光之下所发生的事我都以为烦恼，全是虚空，全是捕风。

于是我恨恶生命，因为在日光之下所发生的事我都以为烦恼，全是虚空，全是捕风。

所以，我憎恶生命，因为在日光之下所做的一切都令我愁烦。唉！这一切都是虚空，都是捕风。

因此我恨恶生命，因为在日光之下所发生的事，都使我厌烦。一切都是虚空，都是捕风。

于是我恨恶生命，因为在日光之下所做的事，对我都是悲苦。是的，全是虚空，全是捕风！

我所以恨惡生命；因為在日光之下所行的事我都以為煩惱，都是虛空，都是捕風。

於是我恨惡生命，因為在日光之下所發生的事我都以為煩惱，全是虛空，全是捕風。

於是我恨惡生命，因為在日光之下所發生的事我都以為煩惱，全是虛空，全是捕風。

所以，我憎惡生命，因為在日光之下所做的一切都令我愁煩。唉！這一切都是虛空，都是捕風。

因此我恨惡生命，因為在日光之下所發生的事，都使我厭煩。一切都是虛空，都是捕風。

故此我恨惡生命，因為在日光之下所發生過的事都使我憂苦；因為都是虛空，都是捕風。

於是我恨惡生命，因為在日光之下所做的事，對我都是悲苦。是的，全是虛空，全是捕風！

我遂惡生、因於日下經營、乃為煩惱、悉屬虛空、莫非捕風、

斯世所為、殷憂慼慼、莫非捕風捉影、故我不樂其生。

我厭惡生命、因我見日下所作之事、皆不善、皆屬於虛、皆如捕風、

So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

So I hated life. That’s because the work done on this earth made me sad. None of it has any meaning. It’s like chasing the wind.

So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me, for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless— like chasing the wind.

Therefore, I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was distressing to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was unhappy to me; because everything is futility and striving after wind.

So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

Therefore, I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was distressing to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun[ is] grievous unto me: for all[ is] vanity and vexation of spirit.

So I loathed life because what happens on earth seems awful to me; for all the benefits of wisdom are futile– like chasing the wind.

So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had done And on the labor in which I had toiled; And indeed all was vanity and grasping for the wind. There was no profit under the sun.

Therefore now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live!”

And it happened, when the sun arose, that God prepared a vehement east wind; and the sun beat on Jonah’s head, so that he grew faint. Then he wished death for himself, and said,“ It is better for me to die than to live.”

So that my soul chooses strangling And death rather than my body.I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, For my days are but a breath.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and indeed, all is vanity and grasping for the wind.

“ Oh, that You would hide me in the grave, That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past, That You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!

Therefore I praised the dead who were already dead, More than the living who are still alive.

Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of desire. This also is vanity and grasping for the wind.

Why do You show me iniquity, And cause me to see trouble? For plundering and violence are before me; There is strife, and contention arises.

For what has man for all his labor, and for the striving of his heart with which he has toiled under the sun?

For I am hard-pressed between the two, having a desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.Nevertheless to remain in the flesh is more needful for you.And being confident of this, I know that I shall remain and continue with you all for your progress and joy of faith,

If You treat me like this, please kill me here and now— if I have found favor in Your sight— and do not let me see my wretchedness!”

Cursed be the day in which I was born! Let the day not be blessed in which my mother bore me!Let the man be cursed Who brought news to my father, saying,“ A male child has been born to you!” Making him very glad.And let that man be like the cities Which the Lord overthrew, and did not relent; Let him hear the cry in the morning And the shouting at noon,Because he did not kill me from the womb, That my mother might have been my grave, And her womb always enlarged with me.Why did I come forth from the womb to see labor and sorrow, That my days should be consumed with shame?

So the Spirit lifted me up and took me away, and I went in bitterness, in the heat of my spirit; but the hand of the Lord was strong upon me.

Moreover I saw under the sun: In the place of judgment, Wickedness was there; And in the place of righteousness, Iniquity was there.

Remember how short my time is; For what futility have You created all the children of men?

“ Why is light given to him who is in misery, And life to the bitter of soul,Who long for death, but it does not come, And search for it more than hidden treasures;Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad when they can find the grave?

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he prayed that he might die, and said,“ It is enough! Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!”