TSK · Ecclesiastes 4:2

Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;

So I hated life, because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me; for all is vanity and a striving after wind.

For to him that is joined with all the living there is hope; for a living dog is better than a dead lion.