Therefore I praised the dead who have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.
So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
A good name is better than fine perfume; and the day of death better than the day of one's birth.
Don't you weep for the dead, neither bemoan him; but weep sore for him who goes away; for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.