So I congratulatedthe deadwhoare alreadydeadmorethanthe livingwhoare stillliving.
So I hatedlife,for the workwhichhad been doneunderthe sunwas grievousto me; becauseeverythingis futilityand strivingafter wind.
A goodnameis betterthana goodointment,And the dayof [one's] deathis better thanthe dayof one's birth.
Do not weepfor the deador mournfor him, [But] weepcontinuallyfor the one who goesaway; For he will neverreturnOr seehis nativeland.
