Ecclesiastes 2:17

Berean Standard Bible (BSB)

So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

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15 So I said to myself, “The fate of the fool will also befall me. What then have I gained by being wise?” And I said to myself that this too is futile.

16 For there is no lasting remembrance of the wise, just as with the fool, seeing that both will be forgotten in the days to come. Alas, the wise man will die just like the fool!

17 So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

18 I hated all for which I had toiled under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who comes after me.

19 And who knows whether that man will be wise or foolish? Yet he will take over all the labor at which I have worked skillfully under the sun. This too is futile.

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Ecclesiastes 2:17 in every translation

BSB Berean Standard Bible: So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
KJV King James Version: 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.
WEB World English Bible: So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
ASV American Standard Version: So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.
YLT Young's Literal Translation: And I have hated life, for sad to me [is] the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole [is] vanity and vexation of spirit.
DBY Darby Translation: And I hated life; for the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and pursuit of the wind.
WBS Webster Bible: Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous to me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.