and he himself went into the wilderness a day’s journey, and came and sat under a certain broom tree. And he begged for his life, that he might die, and said, Enough, now, O Jehovah; take my life, for I am no better than my fathers.
My generation is plucked up and removed from me, like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like the weaver. He will cut me off from the threads; from day to night You will make an end of me.
And it happened when the sun shone, God had appointed a scorching east wind; and the sun struck Jonah’s head, so that he fainted; and he asked for his life to death. And he said, Better is my death than my life.