If this is how you are going to treat me, please go ahead and kill me—if I have found favor in your eyes—and do not let me face my own ruin.”
while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors.”
so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.
But now, please forgive their sin—but if not, then blot me out of the book you have written.”
Why is my pain unending and my wound grievous and incurable? You are to me like a deceptive brook, like a spring that fails.
Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?
Now, Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
The Lord has taken away your punishment, he has turned back your enemy. The Lord, the King of Israel, is with you; never again will you fear any harm.
Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.