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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.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun [is] grievous unto me: for all [is] vanity and vexation of spirit.

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.