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 6:9 - Tree of Life Version that God would be willing to crush me, to release His hand, and cut me off! Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Even that it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! Amplified Bible - Classic Edition I even wish that it would please God to crush me, that He would let loose His hand and cut me off! American Standard Version (1901) Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! Common English Bible that God be willing to crush me, release his hand and cut me off. Catholic Public Domain Version and that he who, at first, had crushed me, will let loose his hand and cut me down? Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version And that he that hath begun may destroy me: that he may let loose his hand, and cut me off? |
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.
But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will elude them; their only hope is their dying breath.”
“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!
“Have pity on me my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me. My strength was drained as in the droughts of summer. Selah
Like a shepherd’s tent, my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me. Like a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom. From day until night You make my end.
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!”
In those days, people will seek death but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will flee from them.