If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
While he himself went a day's journey into the waste land, and took a seat under a broom-plant, desiring for himself only death; for he said, It is enough: now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.
My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.
To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;
Who are glad with great joy, and full of delight when they come to their last resting-place;
My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
CAPH My soul is wasted with desire for your salvation: but I have hope in your word.
So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.