“O that I might have my request and that God would grant my desire,
My soul languishes for your salvation; I hope in your word.
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are like food that is loathsome to me.
that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!
And now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness and came and sat down under a solitary broom tree. He asked that he might die, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my ancestors.”
who long for death, but it does not come, and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;
who rejoice exceedingly and are glad when they find the grave?
“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.