International Standard Version So I hated life, because whatever is done on earth causes me trouble—it's all pointless, like chasing after the wind.
American Standard Version 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.
Young's Literal Translation And I have hated life, for sad to me is the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole is vanity and vexation of spirit.
