Ecclesiastes 1:8

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1. NIV New International Version

   8 All things are wearisome,

   more than one can say.

   The eye never has enough of seeing,

   nor the ear its fill of hearing.

2. ESV English Standard Version

   8 All things are full of weariness;

   a man cannot utter it;

   *ch. 4:8;Prov. 27:20the eye is not satisfied with seeing,

   nor the ear filled with hearing.

3. NLT New Living Translation

   8 Everything is wearisome beyond description. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. No matter how much we hear, we are not content.

4. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   8 All things are full of labor;

   Man cannot express it.

   *Prov. 27:20; Eccl. 4:8The eye is not satisfied with seeing,

   Nor the ear filled with hearing.

5. NASB New American Standard Bible 2020

   8 All things are wearisome;

   No one can tell it.

   The eye is not satisfied with seeing,

   Nor is the ear filled with hearing.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   8 All things  * 1:8 Or words are wearisome,

   more than anyone can say.

   The eye is not satisfied by seeing  * 1:8 Pr 27:20; Ec 4:8

   or the ear filled with hearing.

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   8 All things are hard: man cannot explain them by word. The eye is not filled with seeing, neither is the ear filled with hearing.

8. MSG The Message

   2-11 Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That’s what the Quester says.]

   There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke.

   What’s there to show for a lifetime of work,

   a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone?

   One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,

   but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old planet earth.

   The sun comes up and the sun goes down,

   then does it again, and again—the same old round.

   The wind blows south, the wind blows north.

   Around and around and around it blows,

   blowing this way, then that—the whirling, erratic wind.

   All the rivers flow into the sea,

   but the sea never fills up.

   The rivers keep flowing to the same old place,

   and then start all over and do it again.

   Everything’s boring, utterly boring—

   no one can find any meaning in it.

   Boring to the eye,

   boring to the ear.

   What was will be again,

   what happened will happen again.

   There’s nothing new on this earth.

   Year after year it’s the same old thing.

   Does someone call out, "Hey, this is new"?

   Don’t get excited—it’s the same old story.

   Nobody remembers what happened yesterday.

   And the things that will happen tomorrow?

   Nobody’ll remember them either.

   Don’t count on being remembered.