Devine Scripture

Ecclesiastes 2:11

Ecclesiastes chapter 2 · verse 11 in three public-domain English translations with cross-references

Parallel translations

WEB

World English Bible · 2000

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do; and, behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

KJV

King James Version · 1611

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.

ASV

American Standard Version · 1901

Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do; and, behold, all was vanity and a striving after wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

Context

v.10And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced because of all my labor; and this was my portion from all my labor.

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v.12And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for whatcanthe mandothat cometh after the king? even that which hath been done long ago.

Cross references

Related passages from across Scripture, drawn from the Treasury of Scripture Knowledge.

  • Genesis 1:31

    And God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

  • Exodus 39:43

    And Moses saw all the work, and, behold, they had done it; as Jehovah had commanded, even so had they done it: and Moses blessed them.

  • 1 Timothy 6:6

    But godliness with contentment is great gain:

  • 1 John 2:16

    For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the vainglory of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.

  • Ecclesiastes 1:3

    What profit hath man of all his labor wherein he laboreth under the sun?

  • Ecclesiastes 2:17

    So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.