¹⁵ and if thus Thou art doing to me -- slay me, I pray Thee; slay, if I have found grace in thine eyes, and let me not look on mine affliction.'

³ And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better `is' my death than my life.'

⁴ and he himself hath gone into the wilderness a day's Journey, and cometh and sitteth under a certain retem-tree, and desireth his soul to die, and saith, `Enough, now, O Jehovah, take my soul, for I `am' not better than my fathers.'

⁴ and let the endurance have a perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire -- in nothing lacking;

²⁰ according to my earnest expectation and hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, and in all freedom, as always, also now Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether through life or through death,

²¹ for to me to live `is' Christ, and to die gain.

²² And if to live in the flesh `is' to me a fruit of work, then what shall I choose? I know not;

²³ for I am pressed by the two, having the desire to depart, and to be with Christ, for it is far better,

²⁴ and to remain in the flesh is more necessary on your account,

¹⁵ Jehovah hath turned aside thy judgments, He hath faced thine enemy, The king of Israel, Jehovah, `is' in thy midst, Thou seest evil no more.

⁸ And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, `Better `is' my death than my life.'

⁹ And God saith unto Jonah: `Is doing good displeasing to thee, because of the gourd?' and he saith, `To do good is displeasing to me -- unto death.'

¹⁸ Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!

¹⁸ Why hath my pain been perpetual? And my wound incurable? It hath refused to be healed, Thou art surely to me as a failing stream, Waters not stedfast.

¹⁵ And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

⁸ O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!

⁹ That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

¹⁰ And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.

²⁰ Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?

²¹ Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.

²² Who are glad -- unto joy, They rejoice when they find a grave.

³² and now, if Thou takest away their sin -- and if not -- blot me, I pray thee, out of Thy book which Thou hast written.'