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.
Yet when I considered all the works that my hands had accomplished and what I had toiled to achieve, I found everything
So I admired the dead, who had already died, above the living, who are still alive.
As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint
Better what the eye can see than the wandering of desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
Why do You make me see iniquity? Why do You tolerate wrongdoing? Destruction and violence are before me. Strife is ongoi
while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He sat down under a broom tree and prayed that he might die.
So the Spirit lifted me up and took me away, and I went in bitterness and in the anger of my spirit, with the strong han
For what does a man get for all the toil and striving with which he labors under the sun?
Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
If this is how You are going to treat me, please kill me right now—if I have found favor in Your eyes—and let me not see
Remember the briefness of my lifespan! For what futility You have created all men!
Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger has passed! If only You would appoint a time for me a
so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
And now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
Furthermore, I saw under the sun that in the place of judgment there is wickedness, and in the place of righteousness th
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun, and have found them all to be futile, a pursuit of the wind.
I am torn between the two. I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better indeed.