Ecclesiastes 6
1 There is another evil I have seen under the sun, and it weighs heavily upon mankind:
Eo ty haratiañe nitreako ambane’ i àndroy, toe mandrambañe am’ondatio,
2 God gives a man riches, wealth, and honor, so that he lacks nothing his heart desires; but God does not allow him to enjoy them. Instead, a stranger will enjoy them. This is futile and a grievous affliction.
eo t’indaty nitoloran’ Añahare drala naho vara vaho asiñe, ie tsy po-draha irien-troke, fe tsy nitoloran’ Añahare ty haozarañe hahafikama’e, te mone hane’ ty ambahiny; hakafoahañe izay vaho areten-draty.
3 A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with his prosperity and does not even receive a proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
Ndra te misamak’ anake zato indatiy, naho maro taoñe ty iaiña’e, ndra firefire, fe tsy enen-kasoa ty tro’e, naho tsy eo ty handeveñe aze, le hàmake t’ie niboloañe,
4 For a stillborn child enters in futility and departs in darkness, and his name is shrouded in obscurity.
ho koake ty fiavi’e naho himoromoroñe ty fiengà’e, vaho ho kolopofe’ ty ieñe i tahina’ey;
5 The child, though neither seeing the sun nor knowing anything, has more rest than that man,
le lia’e tsy ho isa’e i àndroy vaho hamoea’e; f’ie ty mitofa soa ta i raikey;
6 even if he lives a thousand years twice over but fails to enjoy his prosperity. Do not all go to the same place?
eka ndra te indroe veloñe arivo taoñe i raikey, ie tsy nanjo hasoa; tsy kila hikovovoke mb’an-toetse raike mb’eo hao?
7 All a man’s labor is for his mouth, yet his appetite is never satisfied.
Hene ho am-palie’e avao ty fitoloña’ ondaty, te tsy eneñe i hatea-hane’ey.
8 What advantage, then, has the wise man over the fool? What gain comes to the poor man who knows how to conduct himself before others?
Aa inoñe ty mahazòke’ ty dagola i mahihitse? ino ty fitombo’ i rarakey, t’ie mahafitsontike añatrefa’ o veloñeo?
9 Better what the eye can see than the wandering of desire. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.
Hamake ty onim-pihaino, te ami’ty fisalalan-troke; hakafoahañe ka izay vaho fimanean-tioke.
10 Whatever exists was named long ago, and what happens to a man is foreknown; but he cannot contend with one stronger than he.
Ze hene eo le fa nitolorañe añarañe, le fa arofoanañe te inoñe ondatio, vaho tsy aze ty hifandietse amy maozatse te ama’ey.
11 For the more words, the more futility—and how does that profit anyone?
Maro ty raha manovoñe o hakoahañeo, aa le ino ty tombo’e ho a ondatio?
12 For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will come after him under the sun?
Ia ty mahafohiñe ze mahasoa ondatio ami’ty havelo’e, amo taoñe tsy ampeampe iveloma’e hoe evoñeo, ie mihelañe hoe talinjo avao? Fa ia ty hahatalily am’ondatio ty hanonjohy aze, ambane’ i àndroy?
