Who will give my asking shall come? and will God give my expectation?
And he went into the desert the way of a day, and he will come and sit under one broom-tree: and he will ask for his soul to die: and he will say, Much now, O Jehovah, Take my soul, for I am not good above my fathers.
My soul was weary in my life; I shall leave upon me my complaint; I shall speak in the bitterness of my soul
Waiting for death, and it is not; and they will dig more than for hidden treasures;
Rejoicing with joy when they find the grave;
My soul refused to touch these as the loathsomeness of my bread.
And God will, and he will crush me; will he let his hand remain, and will he cut me off?
My soul failed for thy, salvation: I hoped for thy word.
And now, O Jehovah, take now my soul from me, for it is good for me to die rather than for me to live.