Coverdale(i)
1 So I turned me, and considered all the violent wronge that is done vnder the Sonne: and beholde, the teares of soch as were oppressed, and there was no man to comforte them, or that wolde delyuer and defende them from the violence of their oppressours.
2 Wherfore I iudged those that are deed, to be more happie then soch as be alyue:
3 yee him that is yet vnborne to be better at ease the they both, because he seith not the miserable workes that are done vnder the Sonne.
4 Agayne, I sawe that all trauayle and diligence of laboure was hated of euery man. This is also a vaine thinge, and a vexacion of mynde.
5 The foole foldeth his handes together, & eateth vp his owne flesh.
6 One handfull (saieth he) is better wt rest, the both ye handes full with labor and trauayle.
7 Morouer, I turned me, and beholde yet another vanite vnder the Sonne.
8 There is one man, no mo but himself alone, hauynge nether childe ner brother: yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, his eyes can not be satisfied with riches, (yet doth he not remembre himself, & saye:) For whom do I take soch trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume awaye my lyfe? This is also a vayne and miserable thinge.