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 LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.
O that you would hide me in the grave, that you would keep me concealed, until your anger be past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
My years are departed, and are removed from me like a shepherd’s tent: I have cut off my life like a weaver: he will cut me off with wasting sickness: from day even to night will you make an end of me.
And it came to pass, when the sun rose, that God prepared a furious east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, so that he fainted, and wished in himself to die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.