This is the first chapter of the Book of Ecclesiastes (Book of Priests). The tone of this book is so different from any other in the Bible that it sparked an endless debate from moment it was included. It is not a book of prophecy. It is not a book about going to heaven or hell.
Ecclesiastes is a book on the ugly and beautiful truth of life.
The perspective and tone almost suggest a sense of defeat or that of someone who is jaded by society and politics. I think that this makes it easily relatable to modern society. And don’t worry, the whole book isn’t this “depressing”, it finishes strong with hope for the future. Feel free to leave any comments!
What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which one can say,
“Look! This is something new”?
It was here already, long ago;
it was here before our time.
No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.
I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
I said to myself, “Look, I have increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge.” Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.
For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
and with more knowledge, comes more grief.