Ecclesiastes 1
1 These are the words of the Teacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem:
Okwu onye ozizi, nwa Devid, onye bụ eze na Jerusalem.
2 “Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher, “futility of futilities! Everything is futile!”
Ihe efu, ihe niile bụ ihe efu ka onye ozizi na-ekwu. Ihe na-enweghị isi ka ihe niile bụ. Ihe niile bụ nnọọ ihe efu.
3 What does a man gain from all his labor, at which he toils under the sun?
Olee uru mmadụ na-enweta site na ndọgbu niile ọ na-adọgbu onwe ya nʼọrụ nʼokpuru anyanwụ?
4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.
Otu ọgbọ laa, ọgbọ ọzọ abịa, ma ụwa na-adịgide ruo ebighị ebi.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets; it hurries back to where it rises.
Anyanwụ na-awa, na-adakwa, ma mee ngwangwa laghachi ebe o si awapụta.
6 The wind blows southward, then turns northward; round and round it swirls, ever returning on its course.
Ifufe na-efe gaa na ndịda; feekwa gburugburu gaa nʼugwu, ọ na-efegharị gburugburu ebe niile; na-efe na-enweghịkwa nsọtụ.
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.
Mmiri dị nʼiyi niile na-asọbanye nʼoke osimiri ma oke osimiri ejughị eju. Emesịakwa, mmiri ndị a na-alọghachi nʼiyi ndị a, malitekwa ịsọkwa na-aga nʼosimiri.
8 All things are wearisome, more than one can describe; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear content with hearing.
Ihe niile nọ na-adọgbu onwe ha nʼọrụ; ọnụ apụghị ịkọ ụdị ike ọgwụgwụ dịnụ. Otu ọbụla anyị si lee anya, afọ adịghị eju anya anyị. Afọ adịghịkwa eju ntị anyị ịnụ ihe, na ige ntị.
9 What has been will be again, and what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
Ihe ọbụla nke dịrịla na mbụ ga-adịkwa ọzọ. Ihe ndị mmadụ mere nʼoge gara aga ka a ga-emekwa ọzọ. Ọ dịkwaghị ihe ọhụrụ ọbụla dị nʼokpuru anyanwụ.
10 Is there a case where one can say, “Look, this is new”? It has already existed in the ages before us.
Ọ dị ihe enwere ike ikwu sị, “Lee, ihe a bụ ihe ọhụrụ”? Ọ bụ ihe dịịrị nʼoge gara aga, nʼoge ndị garalarị tupu oge anyị.
11 There is no remembrance of those who came before, and those yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow after.
Anaghị echeta ndị mgbe ochie, otu aka ahụ kwa, ọgbọ na-abịa abịa ndị ga-eso ha agakwaghị echeta ha.
12 I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem.
Mụ onwe m bụ onye nkuzi, bụrịị eze Izrel nʼime Jerusalem.
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!
Ekpebiri m, were onwe m nye, iji amamihe nnyochapụta ihe m nwere ike ịmata banyere ihe niile a na-eme nʼime ụwa. Olee ụdị ibu arọ bụ nke a, nke Chineke bokwasịrị ụmụ mmadụ?
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.
Enyochaala m ihe niile a na-eme nʼụwa chọpụta na ha enweghị isi. Ọ dị ka mmadụ ịchụgharị ifufe.
15 What is crooked cannot be straightened, and what is lacking cannot be counted.
Ihe gbagọrọ agbagọ, apụghị ime ya ka ọ dizie. Ihe na-ezughị ezu, enweghị ike ịgụta ha ọnụ.
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.”
Echere m nʼime obi m sị, “Lee anya! Aghọọla m onye ukwu, bụrụ onye maara ihe karịa ndị eze niile chịrịla na Jerusalem. Enweela m amamihe nʼebe ọ dị ukwu, babigakwa ụba oke nʼihe ọmụma.”
17 So I set my mind to know wisdom and madness and folly; I learned that this, too, is a pursuit of the wind.
Nʼihi ya, agbalịsiri m ike ịmụta ihe dị iche nʼetiti ihe ọmụma, na ịyị ara na nzuzu. Ma ihe m chọpụtara bụ na ọ baghị uru. Ọ dị ka itufu oge ịchọ ụzọ ijide ifufe.
18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow, and as knowledge grows, grief increases.
Nʼihi na mgbe amamihe na-aba ụba, mgbe ahụ ka iwe na ọnụma na-ejupụta, oke ihe ọmụma na-ewetakwa oke ihe mgbu.
