And I commended the dead who already have died, more than the living who are living now.
Therefore I hated life; because the work that is done under the sun is sad to me; for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day of one's birth.
Weep not for the dead, nor moan for him; but weep bitterly for him who goes away. For he shall return no more, nor see his native country.