1 Everything Is Futile The words of the Teacher, Or of Qoheleth, or of the Leader of the Assembly son of David, king in Jerusalem.2 “Absolute futility,” says the Teacher. “Absolute futility. Everything is futile.”3 What does a person gain for all his efforts that he labors at under the sun?4 A generation goes and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever.5 The sun rises and the sun sets; panting, it returns to the place where it rises.6 Gusting to the south, turning to the north, turning, turning, goes the wind, and the wind returns in its cycles.7 All the streams flow to the sea, yet the sea is never full; to the place where the streams flow, there they flow again.8 All things Or words are wearisome, more than anyone can say. The eye is not satisfied by seeing or the ear filled with hearing.9 What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done; there is nothing new under the sun.10 Can one say about anything, “Look, this is new”? It has already existed in the ages before us.11 There is no remembrance of those who Or of the things that came before; and of those who will come after there will also be no remembrance by those who follow them.12 The Limitations of Wisdom I, the Teacher, have been Or Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.13 I applied my mind to examine and explore through wisdom all that is done under heaven. God has given people Or given the descendants of Adam this miserable task to keep them occupied.14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun and have found everything to be futile, a pursuit of the wind. Or a feeding on wind, or an affliction of spirit ; also in v. 17 15 What is crooked cannot be straightened; what is lacking cannot be counted.16 I said to myself, “See, I have amassed wisdom far beyond all those who were over Jerusalem before me, and my mind has thoroughly grasped Or discerned wisdom and knowledge.”17 I applied my mind to know wisdom and knowledge, madness and folly; I learned that this too is a pursuit of the wind.18 For with much wisdom is much sorrow; as knowledge increases, grief increases.