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.

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.

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.

And I hated life; for the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and pursuit of the wind.