So I concluded that the dead are better off than the living.
So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless—like chasing the wind.
A good reputation is more valuable than costly perfume. And the day you die is better than the day you are born.
Do not weep for the dead king or mourn his loss. Instead, weep for the captive king being led away! For he will never return to see his native land again.