Ecclesiastes Chapter 2
So I was like, "Ayo, let’s chill and see what’s popping," but honestly, it’s all just sus.
I said in mine heart, Go to now, I will prove thee with mirth, therefore enjoy pleasure: and, behold, this also {is} vanity.
Laughter? It's hella wild. Mirth? What’s the deal, fr?
I said of laughter, {It is} mad: and of mirth, What doeth it?
I was trying to sip some vino while leveling up my wisdom game, figuring out what’s solid for folks to do while living life under the sun.
I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine, yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom; and to lay hold on folly, till I might see what {was} that good for the sons of men, which they should do under the heaven all the days of their life. {to give...: Heb. to draw my flesh with wine} {all...: Heb. the number of the days of their life}
God literally went and built some lit spots, crafted houses, and planted vineyards, no cap.
I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards:
I whipped up gardens and orchards, planted all types of fruity trees, straight fire.
I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all {kind of} fruits:
I made pools to keep my trees fresh and thriving, just vibing.
I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees:
I had servants and folks born in my crib; my crew was stacked with all sorts of livestock, way more than anyone else in Jerusalem.
I got {me} servants and maidens, and had servants born in my house; also I had great possessions of great and small cattle above all that were in Jerusalem before me: {servants born...: Heb. sons of my house}
I also scored mad silver and gold, royal treasures, and had singers and instruments for days, just vibing out.
I gathered me also silver and gold, and the peculiar treasure of kings and of the provinces: I gat me men singers and women singers, and the delights of the sons of men, {as} musical instruments, and that of all sorts. {musical...: Heb. musical instrument and instruments}
I was living large, way more than anyone else in Jerusalem, and my wisdom was always on point.
So I was great, and increased more than all that were before me in Jerusalem: also my wisdom remained with me.
I didn’t hold back on anything my eyes craved; my heart was all about the joy from my hustle, and that was my whole vibe.
And whatsoever mine eyes desired I kept not from them, I withheld not my heart from any joy; for my heart rejoiced in all my labour: and this was my portion of all my labour.
I peeped all the stuff I crafted with my hands, and honestly, it was all just vibes and stress, no cap, nothing to gain under the sun.
Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do: and, behold, all {was} vanity and vexation of spirit, and {there was} no profit under the sun.
I flipped the narrative to explore wisdom, madness, and folly: like, what can a dude do after the king? It’s all been done, fr.
And I turned myself to behold wisdom, and madness, and folly: for what {can} the man {do} that cometh after the king? {even} that which hath been already done. {even...: or, in those things which have been already done}
I clocked that wisdom totally slaps folly, like light smacks darkness.
Then I saw that wisdom excelleth folly, as far as light excelleth darkness. {that...: Heb. that there is an excellency in wisdom more than in folly, etc}
The wise dude sees things crystal, but the fool's just lost in the dark: and I figured out that both meet the same end, periodt.
The wise man's eyes {are} in his head; but the fool walketh in darkness: and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to them all.
I was like, “If the fool's got the same fate as me, why am I even putting in the work to be wise?” So, I figured this whole thing is just vanity.
Then said I in my heart, As it happeneth to the fool, so it happeneth even to me; and why was I then more wise? Then I said in my heart, that this also {is} vanity. {happeneth even...: Heb. happeneth to me, even to me}
The wise don’t get remembered more than the fool; what’s happening now will be forgotten later. And how does the wise dude's end play out? Just like the fool.
For {there is} no remembrance of the wise more than of the fool for ever; seeing that which now {is} in the days to come shall all be forgotten. And how dieth the wise {man}? as the fool.
So, I lowkey started to despise life; the grind under the sun was just a lot for me: all vanity and stress, fr.
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.
Yeah, I couldn’t stand all the work I did under the sun: I gotta hand it off to whoever comes next.
Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me. {taken: Heb. laboured}
And who even knows if he’s gonna be wise or foolish? He’ll own all my work, and I thought I was wise under the sun. This is also vanity.
And who knoweth whether he shall be a wise {man} or a fool? yet shall he have rule over all my labour wherein I have laboured, and wherein I have shewed myself wise under the sun. This {is} also vanity.
So, I tried to chill my heart on all the work I did under the sun.
Therefore I went about to cause my heart to despair of all the labour which I took under the sun.
There’s this dude who hustles for wisdom, knowledge, and fairness, but if you didn’t grind for it, you just get a piece. That’s lowkey sus and a total bummer.
For there is a man whose labour {is} in wisdom, and in knowledge, and in equity; yet to a man that hath not laboured therein shall he leave it {for} his portion. This also {is} vanity and a great evil. {leave: Heb. give}
Like, what’s the point of all the hustle and stress if it just weighs heavy on your heart under the sun?
For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun?
His days are just sad vibes, and he’s always stressed; his heart can’t chill at night. That’s also kinda sus.
For all his days {are} sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
Honestly, the best move for a dude is to eat, drink, and vibe with the good things he’s worked for. I peeped that it’s all from God’s hand.
{There is} nothing better for a man, {than} that he should eat and drink, and {that} he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it {was} from the hand of God. {should make...: or, delight his senses}
Who can munch or rush to enjoy this more than me, though?
For who can eat, or who else can hasten {hereunto}, more than I?
God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy to those He vibes with, but the sinners just get the grind, stacking up stress to hand off to the righteous. That’s also sus and just a headache.
For {God} giveth to a man that {is} good in his sight wisdom, and knowledge, and joy: but to the sinner he giveth travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to {him that is} good before God. This also {is} vanity and vexation of spirit. {in his...: Heb. before him}