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Ecclesiastes 1:8 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

8 All things  are wearisome, more than anyone can say. The eye is not satisfied by seeing or the ear filled with hearing.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 All things are weary with toil and all words are feeble; man cannot utter it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. [Prov. 27:20.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 All things are full of weariness; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

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Common English Bible

8 All words are tiring; no one is able to speak. The eye isn’t satisfied with seeing, neither is the ear filled up by hearing.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Such things are difficult; man is not able to explain them with words. The eye is not satisfied by seeing, nor is the ear fulfilled by hearing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 All things are hard: man cannot explain them by word. The eye is not filled with seeing, neither is the ear filled with hearing.

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Ecclesiastes 1:8
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Sheol and Abaddon  are never satisfied, and people’s eyes are never satisfied.


All the streams flow to the sea, yet the sea is never full; to the place where the streams flow, there they flow again.


When I considered all that I had accomplished  and what I had laboured to achieve, I found everything to be futile and a pursuit of the wind.  , There was nothing to be gained under the sun.


For to the person who is pleasing in his sight, he gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy;  but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and accumulating in order to give to the one who is pleasing in God’s sight.  This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.


There is a person without a companion,  without even a son or brother, and though there is no end to all his struggles, his eyes are still not content with riches.  ‘Who am I struggling for,’ he asks, ‘and depriving myself of good things? ’ This too is futile and a miserable task.


All of a person’s labour is for his stomach,  , yet the appetite is never satisfied.


‘You expected much, but then it amounted to little. When you brought the harvest to your house, I ruined  it. Why? ’ This is the declaration of the Lord of Armies. ‘Because my house still lies in ruins, while each of you is busy with his own house.


‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.


Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.


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