Therefore I commended the dead who were already dead, more than the living who are still alive.
And I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was evil on me, for all is futile and feeding on wind.
A good name is better than precious oil, and the day of death than the day of one’s birth.
Do not weep for the dead, nor mourn for him. Weep bitterly for him who goes away, for he shall never come back nor see the land of his birth.