Ecclesiastes 1
1 These are the words of the Teacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem:
Ty taro’ i Mpañokey, ana’ i Davide, mpanjaka e Ierosalaime ao.
2 “Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher, “futility of futilities! Everything is futile!”
Hakafoahan-kafoake, hoe i Mpañokey, Hakafoahan-kafoake! Fonga kafoake!
3 What does a man gain from all his labor, at which he toils under the sun?
Ino ty tombo’e ho a ondatio amo fifanehafa’e ambane’ i àndroy?
4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.
Mihelañe ty tariratse raike, mbore limbezen-tariratse, fe nainai’e eo ty tane toy.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets; it hurries back to where it rises.
Manjirike ka i àndroy, mitsofotse i àndroy, mihiririñe mb’am-panjiriha’e añe.
6 The wind blows southward, then turns northward; round and round it swirls, ever returning on its course.
Mitioke mañatimo, le mibalike mañavaratse; mikariokariok’ avao i tiokey, vaho mimpoly amo fiaria’eo.
7 All the rivers flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full; to the place from which the streams come, there again they flow.
Songa mivariñe mb’an-driake mb’eo o sakao fe tsy atseke i riakey; mb’amy fikararaha’ o torahañeoy, le mb’eo avao ty fikararaha’ iareo.
8 All things are wearisome, more than one can describe; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear content with hearing.
Hene mahamamake, tsy lefe’ ondaty volañeñe, tsy mahaetsa-pihaino t’ie vazoho, mbore tsy mahaenen-dravembia te ijanjiñañe.
9 What has been will be again, and what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
Mbe ho avy indraike i fa añey, naho mbe hanoeñe avao ze fa nanoeñe, vaho tsy ambane’ i àndroy ty atao vao.
10 Is there a case where one can say, “Look, this is new”? It has already existed in the ages before us.
Eo hao ty mete hanoeñe ty hoe, Heheke! vao itoy? Ie fa teo avao, haehae taolon-tikañe añe.
11 There is no remembrance of those who came before, and those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow after.
Tsy tiahy o raha taoloo, naho o raha hifetsakeo, vaho tsy hahatiahy irezay o hanonjohio.
12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
Izaho, i mpañokey, le fa mpanjaka Israele e Ierosalaime ao,
13 And I set my mind to seek and explore by wisdom all that is done under heaven. What a heavy burden God has laid upon the sons of men to occupy them!
le nimanean-troko ty hañotsohotso naho hikodebe an-kihitse ze hene fitoloñañe ambanen-dikerañe atoa; toe tolon-draha mahamokotse ty natolon’ Añahare am’ondatio hifanehafa’e.
14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun, and have found them all to be futile, a pursuit of the wind.
Nitreako iaby ze fitoloñañe ambane’ i àndroy; le hehe t’ie fonga kafoake vaho fañeañan-tioke.
15 What is crooked cannot be straightened, and what is lacking cannot be counted.
Tsy mete ahity ty mengoke, vaho tsy lefe iaheñe ty tsy eo.
16 I said to myself, “Behold, I have grown and increased in wisdom beyond all those before me who were over Jerusalem, and my mind has observed a wealth of wisdom and knowledge.”
Hoe iraho am-batako: Ingo fa natontoko mandikoatse ze hene mpifehe’ Ierosalaime taolo ahy ty fahaoniñañe ra’elahy; vaho nandifotse ty troko ty hihitse naho hilala.
17 So I set my mind to know wisdom and madness and folly; I learned that this, too, is a pursuit of the wind.
Le nampitoloñeko ty troko hahaoniña’e hihitse naho hahafohiñe ty hadagolà naho ty hagegeañe. Nirendreko t’ie fañeañan-tioke ka.
18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and as knowledge grows, grief increases.
Amy te minday hasosoram-bey ty hihitse maro, vaho mampitombo haoreañe ty fitomboan-kilala.
