I have seen it all, and everything is just as senseless as chasing the wind.
Nothing makes sense. I have seen it all— nothing makes sense.
Then I thought about everything I had done, including the hard work, and it was simply chasing the wind. Nothing on earth is worth the trouble.
This made me hate life. Everything we do is painful; it's just as senseless as chasing the wind.
If we please God, he will make us wise, understanding, and happy. But if we sin, God will make us struggle for a living, then he will give all we own to someone who pleases him. This makes no more sense than chasing the wind.
Like animals we breathe and die, and we are no better off than they are. It just doesn't make sense.
His followers could not even be counted. But years from now, no one will praise him—this makes no more sense than chasing the wind.
Then I realized that we work and do wonderful things just because we are jealous of others. This makes no more sense than chasing the wind.
Yet a very little food eaten in peace is better than twice as much earned from overwork and chasing the wind.
It's better to enjoy what we have than always to want something else, because that makes no more sense than chasing the wind.
Day and night I went without sleep, trying to understand what goes on in this world.