“How I wish that I might have what I ask for and that God would give me what I hope for.
Then Elijah walked for a whole day into the desert. He sat down under a bush and asked to die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he prayed. “Let me die. I am no better than my ancestors.”
“I hate my life, so I will complain without holding back; I will speak because I am so unhappy.
They want to die, but death does not come. They search for death more than for hidden treasure.
They are very happy when they get to the grave.
I refuse to touch it; such food makes me sick.
How I wish God would crush me and reach out his hand to destroy me.
I am weak from waiting for you to save me, but I hope in your word.
So now I ask you, Lord, please kill me. It is better for me to die than to live.”