¹⁵ And if thou deal thus with me, kill me, I pray thee, out of hand, if I have found favor in thy sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

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

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.

⁴ And let patience have `its' perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, lacking in nothing.

²⁰ according to my earnest expectation and hope, that in nothing shall I be put to shame, but `that' with all boldness, as always, `so' now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether by life, or by death.

²¹ For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.

²² But if to live in the flesh, --`if' this shall bring fruit from my work, then what I shall choose I know not.

²³ But I am in a strait betwixt the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ; for it is very far better:

²⁴ yet to abide in the flesh is more needful for your sake.

¹⁵ Jehovah hath taken away thy judgments, he hath cast out thine enemy: the King of Israel, even Jehovah, is in the midst of thee; thou shalt not fear evil any more.

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.

⁹ And God said to Jonah, Doest thou well to be angry for the gourd? And he said, I do well to be angry, even unto death.

¹⁸ Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labor and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?

¹⁸ Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful `brook', as waters that fail?

¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than `these' my bones.

⁸ Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant `me' the thing that I long for!

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

¹⁰ And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

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?

³² Yet now, if thou wilt forgive their sin-; and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book which thou hast written.