Ecclesiastes 2:17

So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun caused me only great sorrow; because all is futility and chasing after the wind. The Futility of Labor

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.

I hate life. As far as I can see, what happens on earth is a bad business. It’s smoke—and spitting into the wind. 18-19 And I hated everything I’d accomplished and accumulated on this earth. I can’t take it with me—no, I have to leave it to whoever comes after me. Whether they’re worthy or worthless—and who’s to tell?—they’ll take over the earthly results of my intense thinking and hard work. Smoke. 20-23 That’s when I called it quits, gave up on anything that could be hoped for on this earth. What’s the point of working your fingers to the bone if you hand over what you worked for to someone who never lifted a finger for it? Smoke, that’s what it is. A bad business from start to finish. So what do you get from a life of hard labor? Pain and grief from dawn to dusk. Never a decent night’s rest. Nothing but smoke. 24-26 The best you can do with your life is have a good time and get by the best you can. The way I see it, that’s it—divine fate. Whether we feast or fast, it’s up to God. God may give wisdom and knowledge and joy to his favorites, but sinners are assigned a life of hard labor, and end up turning their wages over to God’s favorites. Nothing but smoke—and spitting into the wind.

So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was [m]grievous to me; because everything is futility and striving after wind. The Futility of Labor

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 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, 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 came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless—like chasing the wind. The Futility of Work

فَكَرِهْتُ الْحَيَاةَ، لأَنَّ مَا تَمَّ صُنْعُهُ تَحْتَ الشَّمْسِ كَانَ مَثَارَ أَسىً لِي، فَكُلُّ شَيْءٍ بَاطِلٌ كَمُلاحَقَةِ الرِّيحِ. التعب باطل

Da blev jeg led ved livet, for uanset hvad vi foretager os, er det alt sammen meningsløst. Ligger livets mening i at få succes?

Da begann ich das Leben zu verabscheuen, alles Tun auf der Welt kam mir unerträglich vor. Denn es ist so vergeblich, als wollte man den Wind einfangen.

Aborrecí entonces la vida, pues todo cuanto se hace en ella me resultaba repugnante. Realmente, todo es absurdo; ¡es correr tras el viento!

Aborrecí entonces la vida, pues todo cuanto se hace en ella me resultaba repugnante. Realmente, todo es absurdo; ¡es correr tras el viento!

Alors j’en suis venu à haïr la vie, car tout ce qui se fait sous le soleil m’est apparu détestable, parce que tout est dérisoire : autant courir après le vent.

Gani ginkaugtan ko ang kabuhi, kay ang mga buluhaton diri sa kalibutan nagadala lang sa akon sang kalisod. Ini tanan wala sing pulos; daw pareho lang nga nagalagas ako sa hangin.

私はここまでわかると、生きているのがいやになりました。人生は不条理きわまりないからです。何もかもむなしく、風を追うようなものです。 労苦はむなしい

그러므로 [a]산다는 것이 나에게 아무런 의미도 없다. 세상의 모든 일이 다 괴로운 것뿐이며 허무하여 바람을 잡으려는 것과 같다.

Daarom heb ik een hekel gekregen aan het leven: al het werk op aarde stond mij tegen. Alles schijnt nutteloos, dwaas en het najagen van dromen te zijn.

Por isso desprezei a vida, pois o trabalho que se faz debaixo do sol pareceu-me muito pesado. Tudo era inútil, era correr atrás do vento.

Eis a razão por que aborreço esta vida; é que tudo é tão irracional! Tudo é tão ilusório como perseguir o vento!

Am ajuns astfel să urăsc viaţa, pentru că nu mi-a plăcut ce se întâmplă sub soare, căci totul este deşertăciune şi goană după vânt! Deşertăciunea ostenelii

И возненавидел я жизнь, потому что печальным показался мне всякий труд, который делается под солнцем. Всё – пустое, всё – погоня за ветром.

И возненавидел я жизнь, потому что печальным показался мне всякий труд, который делается под солнцем. Всё – пустое, всё – погоня за ветром.

И возненавидел я жизнь, потому что печальным показался мне всякий труд, который делается под солнцем. Всё – пустое, всё – погоня за ветром.

И возненавидел я жизнь, потому что печальным показался мне всякий труд, который делается под солнцем. Все – суета, все – погоня за ветром.

Jag hatade livet, eftersom allt arbete som görs under solen ter sig ont för mig. Allt är meningslöst och ett jagande efter vind.

ฉะนั้นข้าพเจ้าจึงเกลียดชีวิต เพราะการงานที่ทำภายใต้ดวงอาทิตย์เป็นความโศกสลดแก่ข้าพเจ้าล้วนแต่อนิจจัง เหมือนวิ่งไล่ตามลม

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。

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 。

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。