逐节对照
- 新标点和合本 - 因为他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不安。这也是虚空。
- 和合本2010（上帝版-简体） - 他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不得休息。这也是虚空。
- 和合本2010（神版-简体） - 他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不得休息。这也是虚空。
- 当代译本 - 他们一生充满痛苦，劳碌中尽是愁烦，即使夜间心里也不安宁。这也是虚空。
- 圣经新译本 - 其实终其一生，他的担子既痛苦又烦恼，在夜间也不能安心。这也是虚空。
- 中文标准译本 - 其实他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的事务都是烦恼，他的心甚至在夜间也不得安息。这也是虚空！
- 现代标点和合本 - 因为他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不安。这也是虚空。
- 和合本（拼音版） - 因为他日日忧虑，他的劳苦成为愁烦，连夜间心也不安。这也是虚空。
- New International Version - All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless.
- New International Reader's Version - As long as they live, their work is nothing but pain and sorrow. Even at night their minds can’t rest. That doesn’t have any meaning either.
- English Standard Version - For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation. Even in the night his heart does not rest. This also is vanity.
- New Living Translation - Their days of labor are filled with pain and grief; even at night their minds cannot rest. It is all meaningless.
- Christian Standard Bible - For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.
- New American Standard Bible - Because all his days his activity is painful and irritating; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is futility.
- New King James Version - For all his days are sorrowful, and his work burdensome; even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.
- Amplified Bible - For all his days his work is painful and sorrowful; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is vanity (worthless).
- American Standard Version - For all his days are but sorrows, and his travail is grief; yea, even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.
- King James Version - For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
- New English Translation - For all day long his work produces pain and frustration, and even at night his mind cannot relax! This also is futile!
- World English Bible - For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.
- 新標點和合本 - 因為他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不安。這也是虛空。
- 和合本2010（上帝版-繁體） - 他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不得休息。這也是虛空。
- 和合本2010（神版-繁體） - 他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不得休息。這也是虛空。
- 當代譯本 - 他們一生充滿痛苦，勞碌中盡是愁煩，即使夜間心裡也不安寧。這也是虛空。
- 聖經新譯本 - 其實終其一生，他的擔子既痛苦又煩惱，在夜間也不能安心。這也是虛空。
- 呂振中譯本 - 因為他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的勞苦便是愁苦；連夜間他的心也不能偃息：這也是虛空。
- 中文標準譯本 - 其實他一生的日子都是痛苦，他的事務都是煩惱，他的心甚至在夜間也不得安息。這也是虛空！
- 現代標點和合本 - 因為他日日憂慮，他的勞苦成為愁煩，連夜間心也不安。這也是虛空。
- 文理和合譯本 - 畢生憂戚、所勞皆為愁苦、夜不心安、斯亦虛空、○
- 文理委辦譯本 - 終日勞苦、終夜不安、亦屬於虛。
- 施約瑟淺文理新舊約聖經 - 終日憂愁、諸事煩惱、其心夜亦不安、此亦屬於虛、
- Nueva Versión Internacional - Todos sus días están plagados de sufrimientos y tareas frustrantes, y ni siquiera de noche descansa su mente. ¡Y también esto es absurdo!
- 현대인의 성경 - 평생을 수고하여도 근심과 고통뿐이며 그 마음이 밤에도 쉬지 못하니 이것도 헛된 것이다.
- Новый Русский Перевод - Все дни труда его – боль и скорбь, и даже ночью разум его не знает покоя. Это тоже суета.
- Восточный перевод - Все дни труда его – боль и скорбь, и даже ночью разум его не знает покоя. Это тоже пустое.
- Восточный перевод, версия с «Аллахом» - Все дни труда его – боль и скорбь, и даже ночью разум его не знает покоя. Это тоже пустое.
- Восточный перевод, версия для Таджикистана - Все дни труда его – боль и скорбь, и даже ночью разум его не знает покоя. Это тоже пустое.
- La Bible du Semeur 2015 - Ses journées lui apportent bien des maux, ses occupations lui occasionnent bien des souffrances. Même la nuit, il ne trouve pas de repos. Cela aussi est déplorable.
- Nova Versão Internacional - Durante toda a sua vida, seu trabalho é pura dor e tristeza; mesmo à noite a sua mente não descansa. Isso também é absurdo.
- Hoffnung für alle - Sein Leben lang hat er nichts als Ärger und Sorgen, sogar nachts findet er keine Ruhe! Und doch ist alles vergeblich.
- Kinh Thánh Hiện Đại - Họ đã phải lao khổ buồn rầu suốt ngày, trằn trọc suốt đêm để làm giàu, nhưng rồi cuối cùng tất cả đều vô nghĩa.
- พระคริสตธรรมคัมภีร์ไทย ฉบับอมตธรรมร่วมสมัย - ตลอดชีวิตของเขา งานก็เป็นความเจ็บปวดและความทุกข์โศก แม้ยามค่ำคืนจิตใจก็ไม่สงบสุข นี่ก็อนิจจัง
- พระคัมภีร์ ฉบับแปลใหม่ - เพราะตลอดชีวิตของเขาเต็มด้วยความเจ็บปวด และการงานของเขาสร้างความกังวล แม้แต่ยามค่ำคืน จิตใจของเขาก็ยังไม่หยุดพัก นี่ก็ไร้ค่าเช่นกัน
交叉引用
- Esther 6:1 - That night the king couldn’t sleep. He ordered the record book, the day-by-day journal of events, to be brought and read to him. They came across the story there about the time that Mordecai had exposed the plot of Bigthana and Teresh—the two royal eunuchs who guarded the entrance and who had conspired to assassinate King Xerxes.
- Ecclesiastes 1:18 - Much learning earns you much trouble. The more you know, the more you hurt.
- Psalms 32:4 - The pressure never let up; all the juices of my life dried up.
- Ecclesiastes 5:12 - Hard and honest work earns a good night’s sleep, Whether supper is beans or steak. But a rich man’s belly gives him insomnia.
- Daniel 6:18 - The king then went back to his palace. He refused supper. He couldn’t sleep. He spent the night fasting.
- Genesis 47:9 - Jacob answered Pharaoh, “The years of my sojourning are 130—a short and hard life and not nearly as long as my ancestors were given.” Then Jacob blessed Pharaoh and left.
- Psalms 6:6 - I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed has been floating forty days and nights On the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears. The sockets of my eyes are black holes; nearly blind, I squint and grope.
- Psalms 77:2 - I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord; my life was an open wound that wouldn’t heal. When friends said, “Everything will turn out all right,” I didn’t believe a word they said. I remember God—and shake my head. I bow my head—then wring my hands. I’m awake all night—not a wink of sleep; I can’t even say what’s bothering me. I go over the days one by one, I ponder the years gone by. I strum my lute all through the night, wondering how to get my life together.
- Job 14:1 - “We’re all adrift in the same boat: too few days, too many troubles. We spring up like wildflowers in the desert and then wilt, transient as the shadow of a cloud. Do you occupy your time with such fragile wisps? Why even bother hauling me into court? There’s nothing much to us to start with; how do you expect us to amount to anything? Mortals have a limited life span. You’ve already decided how long we’ll live— you set the boundary and no one can cross it. So why not give us a break? Ease up! Even ditchdiggers get occasional days off. For a tree there is always hope. Chop it down and it still has a chance— its roots can put out fresh sprouts. Even if its roots are old and gnarled, its stump long dormant, At the first whiff of water it comes to life, buds and grows like a sapling. But men and women? They die and stay dead. They breathe their last, and that’s it. Like lakes and rivers that have dried up, parched reminders of what once was, So mortals lie down and never get up, never wake up again—never. Why don’t you just bury me alive, get me out of the way until your anger cools? But don’t leave me there! Set a date when you’ll see me again. If we humans die, will we live again? That’s my question. All through these difficult days I keep hoping, waiting for the final change—for resurrection! Homesick with longing for the creature you made, you’ll call—and I’ll answer! You’ll watch over every step I take, but you won’t keep track of my missteps. My sins will be stuffed in a sack and thrown into the sea—sunk in deep ocean.