And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth. If Jacob takes a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these who are of the daughters of this land, why should I want to live?
Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
What is my strength that I should hope? What is my end that I should prolong my life?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and are spent without hope.
My soul is cut off in my life; therefore, I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I hated life because every work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all was vanity and vexation of spirit.
So I returned and considered all the violence that is done under the sun and behold the tears of such as are oppressed, and they have no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but the oppressed had no comforter.
Therefore I praised the dead who are already dead more than the living who are yet alive.