So I lauded the dead who are already dead more than the living who are still living.
So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was grievous to me; because everything is vanity and striving after wind.
Better is a good name than good oil, And better is the day of one’s death than the day of one’s birth.
¶Do not weep for the dead or console him, But weep continually for the one who goes away, For he will never return Or see the land of his birth.