For all his days are sorrowful, and his work burdensome; even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

因为他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不安。这也是虚空。

他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不得休息。这也是虚空。

他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不得休息。这也是虚空。

他们一生充满痛苦，劳碌中尽是愁烦，即使夜间心里也不安宁。这也是虚空。

其实终其一生，他的担子既痛苦又烦恼，在夜间也不能安心。这也是虚空。

其实他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的事务都是烦恼，他的心甚至在夜间也不得安息。这也是虚空！

因為他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不安。這也是虛空。

他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不得休息。這也是虛空。

他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不得休息。這也是虛空。

他們一生充滿痛苦，勞碌中盡是愁煩，即使夜間心裡也不安寧。這也是虛空。

其實終其一生，他的擔子既痛苦又煩惱，在夜間也不能安心。這也是虛空。

因為他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的勞苦便是愁苦；連夜間他的心也不能偃息：這也是虛空。

其實他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的事務都是煩惱，他的心甚至在夜間也不得安息。這也是虛空！

畢生憂戚、所勞皆為愁苦、夜不心安、斯亦虛空、○

終日勞苦、終夜不安、亦屬於虛。

終日憂愁、諸事煩惱、其心夜亦不安、此亦屬於虛、

All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless.

As long as they live, their work is nothing but pain and sorrow. Even at night their minds can’t rest. That doesn’t have any meaning either.

For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation. Even in the night his heart does not rest. This also is vanity.

Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night their minds cannot rest. It is all meaningless.

For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

Because all his days his activity is painful and irritating; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is futility.

For all his days are but sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.

For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

For all his days[ are] sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

For all day long his work produces pain and frustration, and even at night his mind cannot relax! This also is futile!

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

“ Man who is born of woman Is of few days and full of trouble.

Yet man is born to trouble, As the sparks fly upward.

When I say,‘ My bed will comfort me, My couch will ease my complaint,’Then You scare me with dreams And terrify me with visions,

It is vain for you to rise up early, To sit up late, To eat the bread of sorrows; For so He gives His beloved sleep.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah

Now the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting; and no musicians were brought before him. Also his sleep went from him.

strengthening the souls of the disciples, exhorting them to continue in the faith, and saying,“ We must through many tribulations enter the kingdom of God.”

Make us glad according to the days in which You have afflicted us, The years in which we have seen evil.

That night the king could not sleep. So one was commanded to bring the book of the records of the chronicles; and they were read before the king.

For we have been consumed by Your anger, And by Your wrath we are terrified.You have set our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your countenance.For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; We finish our years like a sigh.The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; My hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing; My soul refused to be comforted.I remembered God, and was troubled; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. SelahYou hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

And Jacob said to Pharaoh,“ The days of the years of my pilgrimage are one hundred and thirty years; few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained to the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.”

I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, Whether he eats little or much; But the abundance of the rich will not permit him to sleep.

For in much wisdom is much grief, And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.