And I thought the dead who are already dead more fortunate 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 striving after wind.
A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death, than the day of birth.
Weep not for him who is dead, nor bemoan him; but weep bitterly for him who goes away, for he shall return no more to see his native land.