I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
“I loathe my own life; I will express my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.
while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He sat down under a broom tree and prayed that he might die.
Though I am blameless, I have no concern for myself; I despise my own life.
look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.
As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint
Lowborn men are but a vapor; the exalted are but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!
Are my days not few? Withdraw from me, that I may have a little comfort,
Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
And now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live.”
So He ended their days in futility, and their years in sudden terror.
Then Rebekah said to Isaac, “I am weary of my life because of these Hittite women. If Jacob takes a Hittite wife from am
Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
For the more words, the more futility—and how does that profit anyone?