Better[ is] the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire: this[ is] also vanity and vexation of spirit.

眼睛所看的比心里妄想的倒好。这也是虚空，也是捕风。

眼睛所看的比心里妄想的倒好。这也是虚空，也是捕风。

眼睛所看的比心里妄想的倒好。这也是虚空，也是捕风。

满足于眼前所有的，胜过心中贪想的。这也是虚空，如同捕风。

眼睛看见的，胜过心中想望的。这也是虚空，也是捕风。

眼睛所见的好过心里妄想。这也是虚空，也是捕风！

眼睛所看的比心裏妄想的倒好。這也是虛空，也是捕風。

眼睛所看的比心裏妄想的倒好。這也是虛空，也是捕風。

眼睛所看的比心裏妄想的倒好。這也是虛空，也是捕風。

滿足於眼前所有的，勝過心中貪想的。這也是虛空，如同捕風。

眼睛看見的，勝過心中想望的。這也是虛空，也是捕風。

眼睛看到的比心裏轉來轉去想的好：這也是虛空，也是捕風。

眼睛所見的好過心裡妄想。這也是虛空，也是捕風！

目之睹、勝於欲之縱、斯亦虛空、乃為捕風、○

寧享現在之福、勿作出位之思、莫非捕風捉影。

目睹勝於心戀、然皆屬於虛、皆如捕風、○

Better what the eye sees than the roving of the appetite. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

Being satisfied with what you have is better than always wanting more. That doesn’t have any meaning either. It’s like chasing the wind.

Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the appetite: this also is vanity and a striving after wind.

Enjoy what you have rather than desiring what you don’t have. Just dreaming about nice things is meaningless— like chasing the wind.

Better what the eyes see than wandering desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

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

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

Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire: this also is vanity and a striving after wind.

Better what the eyes see than wandering desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

It is better to be content with what the eyes can see than for one’s heart always to crave more. This continual longing is futile– like chasing the wind.

Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire. This also is vanity and a chasing after wind.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all[ is] vanity and vexation of spirit.

The horseleach hath two daughters,[ crying], Give, give. There are three[ things that] are never satisfied,[ yea], four[ things] say not,[ It is] enough:The grave; and the barren womb; the earth[ that] is not filled with water; and the fire[ that] saith not,[ It is] enough.

I know that[ there is] no good in them, but for[ a man] to rejoice, and to do good in his life.And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it[ is] the gift of God.

A man to whom God hath given riches, wealth, and honour, so that he wanteth nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but a stranger eateth it: this[ is] vanity, and it[ is] an evil disease.

Behold[ that] which I have seen:[ it is] good and comely[ for one] to eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labour that he taketh under the sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it[ is] his portion.

If my step hath turned out of the way, and mine heart walked after mine eyes, and if any blot hath cleaved to mine hands;

Again, I considered all travail, and every right work, that for this a man is envied of his neighbour. This[ is] also vanity and vexation of spirit.

For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun?For all his days[ are] sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.[ There is] nothing better for a man,[ than] that he should eat and drink, and[ that] he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it[ was] from the hand of God.

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all[ was] vanity and vexation of spirit, and[ there was] no profit under the sun.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all[ is] vanity.

Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these[ things] God will bring thee into judgment.

For of old time I have broken thy yoke,[ and] burst thy bands; and thou saidst, I will not transgress; when upon every high hill and under every green tree thou wanderest, playing the harlot.