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 the land, what good shall my life do me?
Therefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
What is my strength, that I should hope? and 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 weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I hated life; because the work that is done under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and like grasping the wind.
So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.
Therefore I praised the dead who are already dead more than the living who are yet alive.