¹⁶ I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.

¹ My soul is tired of life; I will let my sad thoughts go free in words; my soul will make a bitter outcry.

⁴ While he himself went a day's journey into the waste land, and took a seat under a broom-plant, desiring for himself only death; for he said, It is enough: now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.

¹³ Let your wrath be turned away from me, so that I may be comforted, before I go away from here, and become nothing.

⁶ Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.

²⁰ Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

²¹ I have done no wrong; I give no thought to what becomes of me; I have no desire for life.

⁹ If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!

⁸ Then when the sun came up, God sent a burning east wind: and so great was the heat of the sun on his head that Jonah was overcome, and, requesting death for himself, said, Death is better for me than life.

³ So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.

¹¹ There are words without number for increasing what is to no purpose, but what is man profited by them?

¹² Who is able to say what is good for man in life all the days of his foolish life which he goes through like a shade? who will say what is to be after him under the sun?

⁴ Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.

³³ So their days were wasted like a breath, and their years in trouble.

⁹ Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.

¹⁰ No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

²⁰ Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;

²¹ To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;

²² Who are glad with great joy, and full of delight when they come to their last resting-place;

⁴⁶ Then Rebekah said to Isaac, My life is a weariness to me because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob takes a wife from among the daughters of Heth, such as these, the women of this land, of what use will my life be to me?