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.

So I was hating life, because everything under the sun was evil to me: all is to no purpose and desire for wind.

Δια τουτο εμισησα την ζωην, διοτι μοχθηρα εφανησαν εις εμε τα εργα τα γενομενα υπο τον ηλιον· επειδη τα παντα ματαιοτης και θλιψις πνευματος.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.