There is another serious tragedy I have seen under the sun, and it weighs heavily on humanity.
God gives some people great wealth and honor and everything they could ever want, but then he doesn’t give them the chance to enjoy these things. They die, and someone else, even a stranger, ends up enjoying their wealth! This is meaningless—a sickening tragedy.
A man might have a hundred children and live to be very old. But if he finds no satisfaction in life and doesn’t even get a decent burial, it would have been better for him to be born dead.
His birth would have been meaningless, and he would have ended in darkness. He wouldn’t even have had a name,
and he would never have seen the sun or known of its existence. Yet he would have had more peace than in growing up to be an unhappy man.
He might live a thousand years twice over but still not find contentment. And since he must die like everyone else—well, what’s the use?