Translations
There was a man all alone—no companion, no son or brother—and there was no end to all his labor, yet his eyes were never satisfied with wealth. "For whom am I working, and why am I denying myself every good thing?" This too is vapor—a miserable business!
There is a man alone—no second beside him, neither son nor brother—yet there is no end to all his toil, and his eyes are never satisfied with riches. "For whom am I toiling and depriving my very being of good?" This too is vapour—and a wretched business.
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.
There is a man all alone, without even a son or brother. And though there is no end to his labor, his eyes are still not content with his wealth: “For whom do I toil and bereave my soul of enjoyment?” This too is futile—a miserable task.
