¹⁶ I loathe `my life'; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

¹ My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

⁴ But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper-tree: and he requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is enough; now, O Jehovah, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.

¹³ Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more. Psalm 40 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.

⁶ Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

²¹ I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life.

⁹ Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

⁸ And it came to pass, when the sun arose, that God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.

³ Therefore now, O Jehovah, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.

¹¹ Seeing there are many things that increase vanity, what is man the better?

¹² For who knoweth what is good for man in `his' life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

⁴ Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.

³³ Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, And their years in terror.

⁹ Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: In the balances they will go up; They are together lighter than vanity.

¹⁰ Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

²⁰ Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;

²¹ Who long for death, but it cometh not, And dig for it more than for hid treasures;

²² Who rejoice exceedingly, And are glad, when they can find the grave?

⁴⁶ And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth. If Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?