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

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.

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.

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

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

The leech has two daughters:“ Give” and“ Give.” There are three things that will not be satisfied, Four that will not say,“ Enough”:Sheol, the infertile womb, Earth that is never satisfied with water, And fire that never says,“ Enough.”

I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one’s lifetime;moreover, that every person who eats and drinks sees good in all his labor— this is the gift of God.

a person to whom God has given riches, wealth, and honor, so that his soul lacks nothing of all that he desires, yet God has not given him the opportunity to enjoy these things, but a foreigner enjoys them. This is futility and a severe affliction.

Here is what I have seen to be good and fitting: to eat, to drink, and enjoy oneself in all one’s labor in which he labors under the sun during the few years of his life which God has given him; for this is his reward.

If my step has turned from the way, Or my heart followed my eyes, Or if any spot has stuck to my hands,

I have seen that every labor and every skill which is done is the result of rivalry between a person and his neighbor. This too is futility and striving after wind.

For what does a person get in all his labor and in his striving with which he labors under the sun?Because all his days his activity is painful and irritating; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is futility.There is nothing better for a person than to eat and drink, and show himself some good in his trouble. This too I have seen, that it is from the hand of God.

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.

“ Futility of futilities,” says the Preacher,“ Futility of futilities! All is futility.”

Rejoice, young man, during your childhood, and let your heart be pleasant during the days of young manhood. And follow the impulses of your heart and the desires of your eyes. Yet know that God will bring you to judgment for all these things.

“ For long ago I broke your yoke And tore off your restraints; But you said,‘ I will not serve!’ For on every high hill And under every leafy tree You have lain down as a prostitute.