Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night their minds cannot rest. It is all meaningless.

因为他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不安。这也是虚空。

他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不得休息。这也是虚空。

他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不得休息。这也是虚空。

他们一生充满痛苦，劳碌中尽是愁烦，即使夜间心里也不安宁。这也是虚空。

其实终其一生，他的担子既痛苦又烦恼，在夜间也不能安心。这也是虚空。

其实他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的事务都是烦恼，他的心甚至在夜间也不得安息。这也是虚空！

因為他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不安。這也是虛空。

他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不得休息。這也是虛空。

他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不得休息。這也是虛空。

他們一生充滿痛苦，勞碌中盡是愁煩，即使夜間心裡也不安寧。這也是虛空。

其實終其一生，他的擔子既痛苦又煩惱，在夜間也不能安心。這也是虛空。

因為他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的勞苦便是愁苦；連夜間他的心也不能偃息：這也是虛空。

其實他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的事務都是煩惱，他的心甚至在夜間也不得安息。這也是虛空！

畢生憂戚、所勞皆為愁苦、夜不心安、斯亦虛空、○

終日勞苦、終夜不安、亦屬於虛。

終日憂愁、諸事煩惱、其心夜亦不安、此亦屬於虛、

All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless.

As long as they live, their work is nothing but pain and sorrow. Even at night their minds can’t rest. That doesn’t have any meaning either.

For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation. Even in the night his heart does not rest. This also is vanity.

For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

Because all his days his activity is painful and irritating; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is futility.

For all his days are sorrowful, and his work burdensome; even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

For all his days are but sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.

For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

For all his days[ are] sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

For all day long his work produces pain and frustration, and even at night his mind cannot relax! This also is futile!

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.

“ How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble!

People are born for trouble as readily as sparks fly up from a fire.

I think,‘ My bed will comfort me, and sleep will ease my misery,’but then you shatter me with dreams and terrify me with visions.

It is useless for you to work so hard from early morning until late at night, anxiously working for food to eat; for God gives rest to his loved ones.

Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat. Interlude

Then the king returned to his palace and spent the night fasting. He refused his usual entertainment and couldn’t sleep at all that night.

where they strengthened the believers. They encouraged them to continue in the faith, reminding them that we must suffer many hardships to enter the Kingdom of God.

Give us gladness in proportion to our former misery! Replace the evil years with good.

That night the king had trouble sleeping, so he ordered an attendant to bring the book of the history of his reign so it could be read to him.

We wither beneath your anger; we are overwhelmed by your fury.You spread out our sins before you— our secret sins— and you see them all.We live our lives beneath your wrath, ending our years with a groan.Seventy years are given to us! Some even live to eighty. But even the best years are filled with pain and trouble; soon they disappear, and we fly away.

When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted.I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help. InterludeYou don’t let me sleep. I am too distressed even to pray!

Jacob replied,“ I have traveled this earth for 130 hard years. But my life has been short compared to the lives of my ancestors.”

I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears.My vision is blurred by grief; my eyes are worn out because of all my enemies.

People who work hard sleep well, whether they eat little or much. But the rich seldom get a good night’s sleep.

The greater my wisdom, the greater my grief. To increase knowledge only increases sorrow.