There is an evil that I have seen under the sun, and it lies heavy upon humankind:
those to whom God gives wealth, possessions, and honor, so that they lack nothing of all that they desire, yet God does not enable them to enjoy these things, but a stranger enjoys them. This is vanity; it is a grievous ill.
A man may beget a hundred children, and live many years; but however many are the days of his years, if he does not enjoy life's good things, or has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.
For it comes into vanity and goes into darkness, and in darkness its name is covered;
moreover it has not seen the sun or known anything; yet it finds rest rather than he.
Even though he should live a thousand years twice over, yet enjoy no good—do not all go to one place?