My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; And my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
Ecclesiastes 1:8 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769 All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. 更多版本Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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.] American Standard Version (1901) All things are full of weariness; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. Common English Bible 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. Catholic Public Domain Version 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. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version All things are hard: man cannot explain them by word. The eye is not filled with seeing, neither is the ear filled with hearing. English Standard Version 2016 All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. |
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; And my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
For God giveth to a man that is good in his sight wisdom, and knowledge, and joy: but to the sinner he giveth travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him that is good before God. This also is vanity and vexation of spirit.
There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.
Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith the LORD of hosts. Because of mine house that is waste, and ye run every man unto his own house.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.