KJV:
He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity.
NASB:
He who loves money will not be satisfied with money, nor he who loves abundance with its income. This too is vanity.
KJV:
And this also is a sore evil, that in all points as he came, so shall he go: and what profit hath he that hath laboured for the wind?
NASB:
This also is a grievous evil-- exactly as a man is born, thus will he die. So what is the advantage to him who toils for the wind?
KJV:
All his days also he eateth in darkness, and he hath much sorrow and wrath with his sickness.
NASB:
Throughout his life he also eats in darkness with great vexation, sickness and anger.
KJV:
Every man also to whom God hath given riches and wealth, and hath given him power to eat thereof, and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labour; this is the gift of God.
NASB:
Furthermore, as for every man to whom God has given riches and wealth, He has also empowered him to eat from them and to receive his reward and rejoice in his labor; this is the gift of God.
KJV:
If a man beget an hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also that he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he.
NASB:
If a man fathers a hundred children and lives many years, however many they be, but his soul is not satisfied with good things and he does not even have a proper burial, then I say, "Better the miscarriage than he,
KJV:
All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.
NASB:
All a man's labor is for his mouth and yet the appetite is not satisfied.
KJV:
Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire: this is also vanity and vexation of spirit.
NASB:
What the eyes see is better than what the soul desires. This too is futility and a striving after wind.
KJV:
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also is vanity.
NASB:
For as the crackling of thorn bushes under a pot, So is the laughter of the fool; And this too is futility.