And I commended the dead, who have already died, more than the living, who are still alive,
So I hated life because what is done under the sun was grievous to me, for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
A good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death, than the day of birth.
Do not weep for him who is dead, nor bemoan him; weep rather for him who goes away, for he shall return no more to see his native land.