It comes without meaning, it departs in darkness, and in darkness its name is shrouded.
May his descendants be cut off, their names blotted out from the next generation.
A man may have a hundred children and live many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he cannot enjoy his prosperity and does not receive proper burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
Though it never saw the sun or knew anything, it has more rest than does that man—