Ecclesiastes 4:8

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BSB

There is a man all alone, without even a son or brother. And though there is no end to his labor, his eyes are still not content with his wealth: “For whom do I toil and bereave my soul of enjoyment?” This too is futile—a miserable task.

KJV

There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

WEB

There is one who is alone, and he has neither son nor brother. There is no end to all of his labor, neither are his eyes satisfied with wealth. “For whom then do I labor and deprive my soul of enjoyment?” This also is vanity. Yes, it is a miserable business.

ASV

There is one that is alone, and he hath not a second; yea, he hath neither son nor brother; yet is there no end of all his labor, neither are his eyes satisfied with riches. For whom then, [saith he], do I labor, and deprive my soul of good? This also is vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

DARBY

There is one [alone] and without a second; also he hath neither son nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour, neither is his eye satisfied with riches, and [he saith not], For whom then am I labouring, and depriving my soul of good? This also is vanity and a grievous occupation.

BLB

There is one, and there is not a second—there is not even a son or brother for him—and there is not end to all his toils; and his eye is not satisfied with wealth: “For whom [am] I toiling and depriving my soul of good?” This also [is] vapor, and it [is] a task of evil.

ÅB

Stundom står en mann alene og har ingen annen med seg, hverken sønn eller bror, og allikevel er det ingen ende på alt hans strev, og hans øyne blir ikke mette av rikdom. Men hvem strever jeg for og nekter meg selv det som godt er? Også det er tomhet, og en ond plage er det.

OTB

Det var en mann som var alene, uten sønn eller bror. Det var ingen ende på hans slit, men hans øyne ble ikke tilfredsstilt med rikdom. "For hvem er det jeg sliter," spurte han, "og fratar meg selv glede?" Også dette er tomhet, og en elendig oppgave.

B1930

Stundom står en mann alene og har ingen annen med sig, hverken sønn eller bror, og allikevel er det ingen ende på alt hans strev, og hans øine blir ikke mette av rikdom. Men hvem strever jeg for og nekter mig selv det som godt er? Også det er tomhet, og en ond plage er det.

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