Though it never saw the sun or knew anything, it has more rest than does that man—
“Mortals, born of woman, are of few days and full of trouble.
May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along, like a stillborn child that never sees the sun.
Light is sweet, and it pleases the eyes to see the sun.
But better than both is the one who has never been born, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.
It comes without meaning, it departs in darkness, and in darkness its name is shrouded.
even if he lives a thousand years twice over but fails to enjoy his prosperity. Do not all go to the same place?