"For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity."
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And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
On that night could not the king sleep, and he commanded to bring the book of records of the chronicles; and they were read before the king.
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.
Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting: neither were instruments of musick brought before him: and his sleep went from him.
Confirming the souls of the disciples, and exhorting them to continue in the faith, and that we must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God.
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
All his days are sorrow, and his work is full of grief. Even in the night his heart has no rest. This again is to no purpose.
For all his days are sorrows, and his travail vexation: even in the night his heart taketh no rest. This also is vanity.
For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
For all his days are sorrows, and his labor grief; yes, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
For all his days are sorrows, and his travail is grief; yes, even in the night his heart takes no rest. This also is vanity.
For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.