Then Rebekah said to Isaac, “I am weary of my life because of the Hittite women. If Jacob marries one of the Hittite women such as these, one of the women of the land, what good will my life be to me?”
Job 7:16 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath (futility). American Standard Version (1901) I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. Common English Bible I reject life; I don’t want to live long; leave me alone, for my days are empty. Catholic Public Domain Version I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version I have done with hope. I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing. |
Then Rebekah said to Isaac, “I am weary of my life because of the Hittite women. If Jacob marries one of the Hittite women such as these, one of the women of the land, what good will my life be to me?”
But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness and came and sat down under a solitary broom tree. He asked that he might die, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my ancestors.”
“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort
look away from them and desist, that they may enjoy, like laborers, their days.
that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more.”
Surely everyone goes about like a shadow. Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; they heap up and do not know who will gather.
Those of low estate are but a breath; those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.
So I hated life because what is done under the sun was grievous to me, for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
Death shall be preferred to life by all the remnant that remains of this evil family in all the places where I have driven them, says the Lord of hosts.
And now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
When the sun rose, God prepared a sultry east wind, and the sun beat down on the head of Jonah so that he was faint and asked that he might die. He said, “It is better for me to die than to live.”