So I praised and thought more fortunate those who have been long dead than the living, who are still alive.
So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a striving after the wind and a feeding on it.
A GOOD name is better than precious perfume, and the day of death better than the day of one's birth.
Weep not for him who is dead nor bemoan him; but weep bitterly for him who goes away [into captivity], for he shall return no more nor see his native country [again].