Ecclesiastes 2:17
World English Bible (WEB)
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.
In context
15 Then I said in my heart, “As it happens to the fool, so will it happen even to me; and why was I then more wise?” Then I said in my heart that this also is vanity.
16 For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no memory forever, since in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. Indeed, the wise man must die just like the fool!
17 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.
18 I hated all my labor in which I labored under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who comes after me.
19 Who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have rule over all of my labor in which I have labored, and in which I have shown myself wise under the sun. This also is vanity.
Ecclesiastes 2:17 in every translation
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.