Then Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth [these wives of Esau]! If Jacob takes a wife of the daughters of Heth such as these Hittite girls around here, what good will my life be to me?
Why is light [of life] given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,
What strength have I left, that I should wait and hope? And what is ahead of me, that I should be patient?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
I am weary of my life and loathe it! I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a striving after the wind and a feeding on it.
Then I returned and considered all the oppressions that are practiced under the sun: And I beheld the tears of the oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors was power, but they [too] had no comforter.
So I praised and thought more fortunate those who have been long dead than the living, who are still alive.