for it comes in futility and goes away in darkness, and in darkness its name is covered;
Let his descendants be cut off, Their name be blotted out in the next generation.
If a man brings forth a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his being is not satisfied with goodness, or indeed he has no burial, I say that a premature birth is better than he,
even the sun it has not seen – it has more rest than that man.