¹⁵ If you deal thus with me, please kill me out of hand, if I have found favor in your sight; and let me not see my wretchedness.

³ Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, 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 Yahweh, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.

⁴ Let endurance have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

²⁰ according to my earnest expectation and hope, that I will in no way be disappointed, but with all boldness, as always, now also Christ will 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 I live on in the flesh, this will bring fruit from my work; yet I don't make known what I will choose.

²³ But I am in a dilemma between the two, having the desire to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.

²⁴ Yet, to remain in the flesh is more needful for your sake.

¹⁵ Yahweh has taken away your judgments. He has thrown out your enemy. The King of Israel, Yahweh, is in the midst of you. You will not be afraid of evil any more.

⁸ It happened, when the sun arose, that God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat on Jonah's head, so that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, "It is better for me to die than to live."

⁹ God said to Jonah, "Is it right for you to be angry about the vine?" He said, "I am right to be angry, even to death."

¹⁸ Why 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 refuses to be healed? will you indeed be to me as a deceitful [brook], as waters that fail?

¹⁵ So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.

⁸ "Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant 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 Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

²⁰ "Why is light given to him who is in misery, Life to the bitter in soul,

²¹ Who long for death, but it doesn't come; Dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

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

³² Yet now, if you will, forgive their sin-- and if not, please blot me out of your book which you have written."