Eccl.2.23

For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.

Eccl.2.23

Pain and grief from dawn to dusk. Never a decent night's rest. Nothing but smoke.

Eccl.2.23

All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.

Eccl.2.23

For all his days are sorrowful, and his work burdensome; even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.