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Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous unto me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
But if, in this way, thou art going to deal with me, slay me, I beseech thee, slay, if I have found favour in thine eyes, - and let me not see my grief,
1 Kings 19:4
But, he himself, went into the wilderness a day's journey, and came and sat down under a certain shrub, - and asked for his life, that he might die, and said - Enough, now, O Yahweh! take away my life, for, no better, am, I, than, my fathers.
Wherefore give, to the wretched, light? Or, life, to the embittered in soul? -
So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than these my bones!
Oh that, in hades, thou wouldst hide me! that thou wouldst keep me secret, until the turn of thine anger, that thou wouldst set for me a fixed time, and remember me:
Accursed, be the day on which I was born, - The day when my mother bare me, let it not be blessed!
Now, therefore, O Yahweh, take, I pray thee, my life from me, - for it were better for me, to die, than, to live.
I am held in constraint, however, by reason of the two, - having, the coveting, to be released, and to be with, Christ, for it were far better!
I saw all the works which were done under the sun, - and lo! all, was vanity, and a feeding on wind.
Then, again, I saw under the sun, the place of justice, that there was lawlessness, and, the place of righteousness, that there was lawlessness.
So the Spirit lifted me up, and took me away, - and I went bitterly, in the rage of my spirit, but the hand of Yahweh upon me was strong.
Wherefore shouldst thou let me see iniquity, and, wrong, shouldst let me behold, and, force and violence, be straight before me, - and there should have ever been someone who, contention and strife, would uphold?
When, I, looked upon all my works, which my hands had made, and on my toil, whereon I had toilsomely wrought, then lo! all, was vanity, and feeding on wind, and there was no profit under the sun.
Better what the eyes behold, than the wandering of desire, - even this, was vanity, and a feeding on wind.
Remember how short-lived, I, am, Wherefore, in vain, hast thou created all the sons of Adam?
Vanity of vanities! saith the Proclaimer, vanity of vanities! all, is vanity.
So, I, pronounced happy the dead, who were, already, dead, - more than the living, who were living, still;
Vanity of vanities, saith the Proclaimer, all, is vanity.