Translations
So I came to despise life itself, for everything done under the sun filled me with grief—all of it vapor and a striving after wind.
So I hated life, for the work done under the sun was evil to me—all of it vapour and a chasing after wind.
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.
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

