So I considered those who are dead and gone more fortunate than those who are still alive.

因此，我赞叹那早已死的死人，胜过那还活着的活人。

因此，我赞叹那已死的死人，胜过那还活着的活人。

因此，我赞叹那已死的死人，胜过那还活着的活人。

我为那已死的人庆幸，因为他们比活着的人幸福。

我赞叹那已死的人，胜过那还活着的人。

所以我感叹，那些早已死去的死人，胜过那些还活着的活人；

因此，我讚歎那早已死的死人，勝過那還活着的活人。

因此，我讚歎那已死的死人，勝過那還活着的活人。

因此，我讚歎那已死的死人，勝過那還活着的活人。

我為那已死的人慶幸，因為他們比活著的人幸福。

我讚歎那已死的人，勝過那還活著的人。

故此我祝賀那已死了的死人，勝過那還活着的活人；

所以我感嘆，那些早已死去的死人，勝過那些還活著的活人；

故我稱已死者、甚於尚生之人、

我竊思死者較生者為尤幸。

我讚嘆已死者較尚生者為幸、

And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive.

Then I announced that those who have already died are happier than those who are still alive.

And I thought the dead who are already dead more fortunate than the living who are still alive.

So I concluded that the dead are better off than the living.

So I commended the dead, who have already died, more than the living, who are still alive.

So I congratulated the dead who are already dead, more than the living who are still living.

Therefore I praised the dead who were already dead, More than the living who are still alive.

Wherefore I praised the dead that have been long dead more than the living that are yet alive;

So I admired the dead, who have already died, more than the living, who are still alive.

Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive.

Therefore I praised the dead who have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.

So I loathed life because what happens on earth seems awful to me; for all the benefits of wisdom are futile– like chasing the wind.

“ Why did I not die at birth, and why did I not expire as I came out of the womb?Why did the knees welcome me, and why were there two breasts that I might nurse at them?For now I would be lying down and would be quiet, I would be asleep and then at peacewith kings and counselors of the earth who built for themselves places now desolate,or with princes who possessed gold, who filled their palaces with silver.Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant, like infants who have never seen the light?There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.There the prisoners relax together; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.Small and great are there, and the slave is free from his master.“ Why does God give light to one who is in misery, and life to those whose soul is bitter,to those who wait for death that does not come, and search for it more than for hidden treasures,who rejoice even to jubilation, and are exultant when they find the grave?Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.For the very thing I dreaded has happened to me, and what I feared has come upon me.I have no ease, I have no quietness; I cannot rest; turmoil has come upon me.”

But whoever is among the living has hope; a live dog is better than a dead lion.For the living know that they will die, but the dead do not know anything; they have no further reward– and even the memory of them disappears.What they loved, as well as what they hated and envied, perished long ago, and they no longer have a part in anything that happens on earth.