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.

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.

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.

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.

So I considered all my activities which my hands had done and the labor which I had exerted, and behold, all was futility and striving after wind, and there was no benefit under the sun.

So now, Lord, please take my life from me, for death is better to me than life.”

And when the sun came up God designated a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he became faint, and he begged with all his soul to die, saying,“ Death is better to me than life!”

So that my soul would choose suffocation, Death rather than my pains.I waste away; I will not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are only a breath.

I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is futility and striving after wind.

“ Oh that You would hide me in Sheol, That You would conceal me until Your wrath returns to You, That You would set a limit for me and remember me!

So I congratulated the dead who are already dead, more than the living who are still living.

What the eyes see is better than what the soul desires. This too is futility and striving after wind.

Why do You make me see disaster, And make me look at destitution? Yes, devastation and violence are before me; Strife exists and contention arises.

For what does a person get in all his labor and in his striving with which he labors under the sun?

But I am hard pressed from both directions, having the desire to depart and be with Christ, for that is very much better;yet to remain on in the flesh is more necessary for your sakes.Convinced of this, I know that I will remain and continue with you all for your progress and joy in the faith,

So if You are going to deal with me this way, please kill me now, if I have found favor in Your sight, and do not let me see my misery.”

Cursed be the day when I was born; May the day when my mother gave birth to me not be blessed!Cursed be the man who brought the news To my father, saying,“ A boy has been born to you!” And made him very happy.But may that man be like the cities Which the Lord overthrew without relenting, And may he hear an outcry in the morning And an alarm for war at noon;Because he did not kill me before birth, So that my mother would have been my grave, And her womb forever pregnant.Why did I ever come out of the womb To look at trouble and sorrow, So that my days have been spent in shame?

So the Spirit lifted me up and took me away; and I went embittered in the rage of my spirit, and the hand of the Lord was strong on me.

Furthermore, I have seen under the sun that in the place of justice there is wickedness and in the place of righteousness there is wickedness.

Remember what my lifespan is; For what futility You have created all the sons of mankind!

“ Why is light given to one burdened with grief, And life to the bitter of soul,Who long for death, but there is none, And dig for it more than for hidden treasures;Who are filled with jubilation, And rejoice when they 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 asked for himself to die, and said,“ Enough! Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers.”