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.”
Job 10:1 - Tree of Life Version “I loathe my own life; I will give full vent to my complaint; I will speak out of the bitterness of my soul. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I AM weary of my life and loathe it! I will give free expression to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. American Standard Version (1901) My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. Common English Bible I loathe my life; I will let loose my complaint; I will speak out of my own bitterness. Catholic Public Domain Version My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version My soul is weary of my life: I will let go my speech against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. |
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.”
“Oh that You would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me until Your wrath has passed! Oh that You would set a time for me and then remember me!
In famine, He will redeem you from death, and in war, from the power of the sword.
Do you intend to correct my words, and treat the words of a despairing man as wind?
“So I will not keep silent; I will speak in the distress of my spirit, I will complain in bitterness of soul.
I despise it; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a vapor.
What should I say? For He has spoken to me— He Himself has done it! I will wander about all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
Behold, it was for my own shalom that I had great bitterness. You have loved my soul out of the Pit of destruction! For You have flung all my sins behind Your back.
So please, Adonai, take my soul from me—because better is my death than my life.”
When the sun rose, God prepared a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he became faint. So he implored that his soul would die, saying, “My death would be better than my life!”
If this is how You are treating me, kill me now! If I have found favor in Your eyes, kill me please—don’t let me see my own misery!”