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, of the daughters of the land, what good will my life do me?"
"Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
"My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
Then I returned and saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold, the tears of those who 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 have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.