Then Rebekah said to Isaac, “I’m sick and tired of these local Hittite women! I would rather die than see Jacob marry one of them.”
Swear by the Lord, the God of heaven and earth, that you will not allow my son to marry one of these local Canaanite women.
It was now very clear to Esau that his father did not like the local Canaanite women.
Then he went on alone into the wilderness, traveling all day. He sat down under a solitary broom tree and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life, for I am no better than my ancestors who have already died.”
“I wish you would hide me in the grave and forget me there until your anger has passed. But mark your calendar to think of me again!
I hate my life and don’t want to go on living. Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.
Just kill me now, Lord! I’d rather be dead than alive if what I predicted will not happen.”
Then God said to Jonah, “Is it right for you to be angry because the plant died?” “Yes,” Jonah retorted, “even angry enough to die!”
If this is how you intend to treat me, just go ahead and kill me. Do me a favor and spare me this misery!”