O that I might have my request, and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
My soul faints for thy salvation. I hope in thy word.
My soul refuses to touch [them]. They are as loathsome food to me.
Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Therefore now, O LORD, I beseech thee, take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.
But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree. And he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough, now, O LORD, take away my life, for I am no better than my
who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid treasures,
who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave?
My soul is weary of my life. I will give free reign to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.