But better than both is he who has not yet existed, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.
Look, the days are coming when people will say, ‘Blessed are the barren women, the wombs that never bore, and breasts th
A man may father a hundred children and live for many years; yet no matter how long he lives, if he is unsatisfied with
How miserable those days will be for pregnant and nursing mothers!
If only I had a traveler’s lodge in the wilderness, I would abandon my people and depart from them, for they are all adu
I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.
For that night did not shut the doors of the womb to hide the sorrow from my eyes.
Why then did You bring me from the womb? Oh, that I had died, and no eye had seen me!
because he did not kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb forever enlarged.
So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit
who rejoice and greatly exult when they reach the grave?
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun, and have found them all to be futile, a pursuit of the wind.