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

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 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.

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

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

So I came to hate life because everything done here under the sun is so troubling. Everything is meaningless— like chasing the wind.

“ Why wasn’t I born dead? Why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?Why was I laid on my mother’s lap? Why did she nurse me at her breasts?Had I died at birth, I would now be at peace. I would be asleep and at rest.I would rest with the world’s kings and prime ministers, whose great buildings now lie in ruins.I would rest with princes, rich in gold, whose palaces were filled with silver.Why wasn’t I buried like a stillborn child, like a baby who never lives to see the light?For in death the wicked cause no trouble, and the weary are at rest.Even captives are at ease in death, with no guards to curse them.Rich and poor are both there, and the slave is free from his master.“ Oh, why give light to those in misery, and life to those who are bitter?They long for death, and it won’t come. They search for death more eagerly than for hidden treasure.They’re filled with joy when they finally die, and rejoice when they find the grave.Why is life given to those with no future, those God has surrounded with difficulties?I cannot eat for sighing; my groans pour out like water.What I always feared has happened to me. What I dreaded has come true.I have no peace, no quietness. I have no rest; only trouble comes.”

There is hope only for the living. As they say,“ It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion!”The living at least know they will die, but the dead know nothing. They have no further reward, nor are they remembered.Whatever they did in their lifetime— loving, hating, envying— is all long gone. They no longer play a part in anything here on earth.