though it has never seen or experienced the sun, it has more rest than the other.
“A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.
Let them flow away like water that runs off. When he bends his bow, let the arrows be cut off.
Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun.
Yet better than both is one who has not yet been, who has never seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
Even though it comes in futility and departs into darkness, though its name is shrouded in darkness,
Even if the other man were to live a thousand years twice and never enjoy good things—do not all go to the same place?