So my praise was for the dead who have gone to their death, more than for the living who still have life.
So I was hating life, because everything under the sun was evil to me: all is to no purpose and desire for wind.
A good name is better than oil of great price, and the day of death than the day of birth.
Let there be no weeping for the dead, and make no songs of grief for him: but make bitter weeping for him who has gone away, for he will never come back or see again the country of his birth.