For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed {are} the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the paps which never gave suck.

If a man beget an hundred {children}, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also {that} he have no burial; I say, {that} an untimely birth {is} better than he.

And woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck in those days!

Because it shut not up the doors of my {mother's} womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.

Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun {is} grievous unto me: for all {is} vanity and vexation of spirit.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they {be} all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! {for then} would I fly away, and be at rest.

Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!

Which rejoice exceedingly, {and} are glad, when they can find the grave?

Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb {to be} always great {with me}.

I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all {is} vanity and vexation of spirit.

If a man beget an hundred {children}, and live many years, so that the days of his years be many, and his soul be not filled with good, and also {that} he have no burial; I say, {that} an untimely birth {is} better than he.

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

Yea, I hated all my labour which I had taken under the sun: because I should leave it unto the man that shall be after me. {taken: Heb. laboured}