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Ecclesiastes 2:17 - Tree of Life Version

17 And so I hated life, because the work done under the sun was grievous to me. All is but vapor and chasing after the wind.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

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Common English Bible

17 So I hated life, because the things that happen under the sun were troublesome to me. Definitely, everything is pointless—just wind chasing.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 And, because of this, my life wearied me, since I saw that everything under the sun is evil, and everything is empty and an affliction of the spirit.

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Ecclesiastes 2:17
20 Tagairtí Cros  

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom bush. He prayed that he might die. “It’s too much!” he said. “Now, Adonai, take my life! For I’m no better than my fathers.”


“Oh that You would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me until Your wrath has passed! Oh that You would set a time for me and then remember me!


How long, Adonai, will You hide Yourself? Forever? Will Your fury keep burning like fire?


I have seen all the deeds done under the sun; and behold, all is meaningless and chasing after the wind.


So I applied my heart to know wisdom as well as to know madness and folly. I learned that this too was pursuit of the wind.


Yet when I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had expended to accomplish it, behold, it all was futile and chasing after the wind. There was nothing to be gained under the sun.


For what does a man get for all his toil and longing of his heart for which he labors under the sun?


I have also seen under the sun: In the place of justice there was wickedness, and in the place of righteousness there was wickedness.


So I considered the dead, who are already dead, more fortunate than the living, who are still alive.


Yet better than both is one who has not yet been, who has never seen the evil work that is done under the sun.


Better is what the eyes see than the pursuit of the soul’s desires. This too is fleeting and striving after wind.


The Ruach lifted me up and took me away. I went in bitterness, in the heat of my spirit. The hand of Adonai was strong upon me.


So please, Adonai, take my soul from me—because better is my death than my life.”


When the sun rose, God prepared a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he became faint. So he implored that his soul would die, saying, “My death would be better than my life!”


Why do You show me wickedness, and why must I behold mischief? Yes, devastation and violence are before me. There is strife, and contention arises.


If this is how You are treating me, kill me now! If I have found favor in Your eyes, kill me please—don’t let me see my own misery!”


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