“O that I might have my request, and that God would grant my desire;
My soul languishes for thy salvation; I hope in thy word.
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as 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!
Therefore now, O Lord, take my life from me, I beseech thee, 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 broom tree; and he asked that he might die, saying, “It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am no better than my fathers.”
who long for death, but it comes not, and dig for it more than for hid 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.