But humans are born for trouble as surely as sparks fly upwards.
Anyone born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.
No temptation has come upon you except what is common to humanity. But God is faithful; he will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to bear it.
For what does a person get with all his work and all his efforts that he labours at under the sun?
All things are wearisome, more than anyone can say. The eye is not satisfied by seeing or the ear filled with hearing.
Isn’t each person consigned to forced labour on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired worker?
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.
Why did I come out of the womb to see only struggle and sorrow, to end my life in shame?
