Who will grant that my request may come: and that God may give me what I look for?
The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish are my meats.
And that he that hath begun may destroy me: that he may let loose his hand, and cut me off?
And now, O Lord, I beseech thee take my life from me: for it is better for me to die than to live.
And he went forward, one day's journey into the desert. And when he was there, and sat under a juniper-tree, he requested for his soul that he might die, and said: It is enough for me. Lord, take away my soul; for I am no better than my fathers.
That look for death, and it cometh not, as they that dig for a treasure:
And they rejoice exceedingly when they have found the grave.
My soul is weary of my life: I will let go my speech against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.