Oh that my request would be realized, that God would grant my hope;
But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom bush. He prayed that he might die. “It’s too much!” he said. “Now, Adonai, take my life! For I’m no better than my fathers.”
“I loathe my own life; I will give full vent to my complaint; I will speak out of the bitterness of my soul.
to those who long for death, but it does not come, who dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
who are filled with gladness and rejoice when finding the grave?
My soul refuses to touch them; they are like sickening food to me.
that God would be willing to crush me, to release His hand, and cut me off!
My soul faints with longing for Your salvation, but I still hope in Your word.
So please, Adonai, take my soul from me—because better is my death than my life.”