“O that I might have my request and that God would grant my desire,
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.”
“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
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?
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!
My soul languishes for your salvation; I hope in your word.
And now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”