There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, and it is heavy on women:

a woman to whom God gives riches, wealth, and honor, so that she lacks nothing for her soul of all that she desires, yet God gives her no power to eat of it, but an alien eats it. This is vanity, and it is an evil disease.

If a woman mothers a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of her years are many, but her soul is not filled with good, and moreover she has no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than she:

for it comes in vanity, and departs in darkness, and its name is covered with darkness.

Moreover it has not seen the sun nor known it. This has rest rather than the other.

Yes, though she live a thousand years twice told, and yet fails to enjoy good, don't all go to one place?

All the labor of woman is for her mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.

For what advantage has the wise more than the fool? What has the poor woman, that knows how to walk before the living?

Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of the desire. This also is vanity and a chasing after wind.

Whatever has been, its name was given long ago; and it is known what woman is; neither can she contend with her who is mightier than she.

For there are many words that create vanity. What does that profit woman?

For who knows what is good for woman in life, all the days of her vain life which she spends like a shadow? For who can tell a woman what will be after her under the sun?