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.

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.

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 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.

Human beings have only a few days to live. Their lives are full of trouble.

People are born to have trouble. And that’s just as sure as sparks fly up.

Sometimes I think my bed will comfort me. I think my couch will keep me from being unhappy.But even then you send me dreams that frighten me. You send me visions that terrify me.

It’s useless for you to work from early morning until late at night just to get food to eat. God provides for those he loves even while they sleep.

Day and night you punished me. I became weaker and weaker as I do in the heat of summer.

The king returned to his palace. He didn’t eat anything that night. He didn’t ask for anything to be brought to him for his enjoyment. And he couldn’t sleep.

There they helped the believers gain strength. They told them to remain faithful to what they had been taught.“ We must go through many hard times to enter God’s kingdom,” they said.

Make us glad for as many days as you have made us suffer. Give us joy for as many years as we’ve had trouble.

That night the king couldn’t sleep. So he ordered the official records of his rule to be brought in. He ordered someone to read them to him.

Your anger destroys us. Your burning anger terrifies us.You have put our sins right in front of you. You have placed our secret sins where you can see them clearly.You have been angry with us all of our days. We groan as we come to the end of our lives.We live to be about 70. Or we may live to be 80, if we stay healthy. But even our best days are filled with trouble and sorrow. The years quickly pass, and we are gone.

When I was in trouble, I looked to the Lord for help. During the night I lifted up my hands in prayer. But I refused to be comforted.God, I remembered you, and I groaned. I thought about you, and I became weak.You kept me from going to sleep. I was so troubled I couldn’t speak.

Jacob said to Pharaoh,“ The years of my journey through life are 130. My years have been few and hard. They aren’t as many as the years of my father and grandfather before me.”

My groaning has worn me out. All night long my tears flood my bed. My bed is wet because of my crying.I’m so sad I can’t see very well. My eyesight gets worse because of all my enemies.

The sleep of a worker is sweet. It doesn’t matter whether they eat a little or a lot. But the wealth of rich people keeps them awake at night.

A lot of human wisdom leads to a lot of sorrow. More knowledge only brings more sadness.