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Ecclesiastes 1:2

New International Version

“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”

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But the witless can no more become wise than a wild donkey’s colt can be born human.

They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.

Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!

So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless.

However many years anyone may live, let them enjoy them all. But let them remember the days of darkness, for there will be many. Everything to come is meaningless.

“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Everything is meaningless!”

Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun.

Then I said to myself, “The fate of the fool will overtake me also. What then do I gain by being wise?” I said to myself, “This too is meaningless.”

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.

And who knows whether that person will be wise or foolish? Yet they will have control over all the fruit of my toil into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless.

For a person may labor with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then they must leave all they own to another who has not toiled for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune.

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

To the person who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

I amassed silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and provinces. I acquired male and female singers, and a harem as well—the delights of a man’s heart.

Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; humans have no advantage over animals. Everything is meaningless.

There was no end to all the people who were before them. But those who came later were not pleased with the successor. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

And I saw that all toil and all achievement spring from one person’s envy of another. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

There was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother. There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth. “For whom am I toiling,” he asked, “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?” This too is meaningless— a miserable business!

Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income. This too is meaningless.

The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?

For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope




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