And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive.
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth.
Do not weep for the dead king or mourn his loss; rather, weep bitterly for him who is exiled, because he will never return nor see his native land again.