And Rebekah saith unto Isaac, 'I have been disgusted with my life because of the presence of the daughters of Heth; if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, like these -- from the daughters of the land -- why do I live?'

Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

What is my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

My soul hath been weary of my life, I leave off my talking to myself, I speak in the bitterness of my soul.

And I have hated life, for sad to me is the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole is vanity and vexation of spirit.

And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors is power, and they have no comforter.

And I am praising the dead who have already died above the living who are yet alive.