If You treat me like this, please kill me here and now—if I have found favor in Your sight—and do not let me see my wretchedness!”
Therefore now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live!”
Why did I come forth from the womb to see labor and sorrow, That my days should be consumed with shame?
But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he prayed that he might die, and said, “It is enough! Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!”
The Lord has taken away your judgments, He has cast out your enemy. The King of Israel, the Lord, is in your midst; You shall see disaster no more.
Yet now, if You will forgive their sin—but if not, I pray, blot me out of Your book which You have written.”
But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
Why is my pain perpetual And my wound incurable, Which refuses to be healed? Will You surely be to me like an unreliable stream, As waters that fail?
So that my soul chooses strangling And death rather than my body.