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

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.

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

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 short lived and full of turmoil.

For man is born for trouble, As sparks fly upward.

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

It is futile for you to rise up early, To stay up late, To eat the bread of painful labor; This is how He gives to His beloved sleep.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality failed as with the dry heat of summer. Selah

Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting, and no entertainment was brought before him; and his sleep fled from him.

strengthening the souls of the disciples, encouraging them to continue in the faith, and saying,“ It is through many tribulations that we must enter the kingdom of God.”

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

During that night the king could not sleep, so he gave an order to bring the book of records, the chronicles, and they were read before the king.

For we have been consumed by Your anger, And we have been terrified by Your wrath.You have placed our guilty deeds before You, Our hidden sins in the light of Your presence.For all our days have dwindled away in Your fury; We have finished our years like a sigh.As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is only trouble and tragedy; For it quickly passes, and we disappear.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; In the night my hand was stretched out and did not grow weary; My soul refused to be comforted.When I remember God, then I am restless; When I sigh, then my spirit feels weak. SelahYou have held my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

So Jacob said to Pharaoh,“ The years of my living abroad are 130; few and unpleasant have been the years of my life, nor have they attained the years that my fathers lived during the days of their living abroad.”

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.My eye has wasted away with grief; It has grown old because of all my enemies.

The sleep of the laborer is sweet, whether he eats little or much; but the full stomach of the rich person does not allow him to sleep.

Because in much wisdom there is much grief; and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain.