And I thought the dead who are already dead more fortunate 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 wind.
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of birth.
Weep not for him who is dead, nor grieve for him, but weep bitterly for him who goes away, for he shall return no more to see his native land.