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Ecclesiastes 2:17

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2:17So I loathed74 life75 because what

happens76 on earth77 seems awful to me;

for all the benefits of wisdom78 are futile—like chasing the wind.

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Footnotes

  1. 74 Or “I hated.”
  2. 75 The term הַחַיִּים (hakhayyim, “life”) functions as a metonymy of association, that is, that which is associated with life, that is, the profitlessness and futility of human secular achievement.
  3. 76 Heb “the deed that is done.” The root עָשָׂה (’asah, “to do”) is repeated in הַמַּעֲשֶׂה שֶׁנַּעֲשָׂה (hamma’aseh shenna’asah, “the deed that is done”) for emphasis. Here, the term “deed” does not refer to human accomplishment, as in 2:1–11, but to the fact of death that destroys any relative advantage of wisdom over folly (2:14a–16). Qoheleth metaphorically describes death as a “deed” that is “done” to man.
  4. 77 Heb “under the sun.”
  5. 78 Heb “all,” referring here to the relative advantage of wisdom.

In other versions

ESVEnglish Standard Version

So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me, for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

NIVNew International Version (2011)

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.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

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

NLTNew Living Translation

So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless—like chasing the wind.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

So I hated life because the work done under the sun is grievous to me. For everything is vanity and chasing wind!

KJV 1900King 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.