Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
My soul fainteth for thy salvation; But I hope in thy word.
My soul refuseth 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 Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, 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 Jehovah, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
Who long for death, but it cometh 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 course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.