I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
My soul doth loathe my life, - I let loose my complaint, I speak, in the bitterness of my soul.
I blameless? I should not know my own soul, I should despise my own life!
Are not my days, few? - then forbear, and set me aside, that I may brighten up for a little;
Look away from me that I may brighten up, Ere yet I depart and am no more.
So then Rebekah said unto Isaac, I am disgusted with my life because of the daughters of Heth, - Should Jacob be taking a wife of the daughters of Heth, like these, of the daughters of the land, wherefore could I wish for life?
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? -
Surely, vanity, are men of low degree, Deception, men of high degree, - In the balances, they go up, They, are made of vanity, altogether.
Seeing there are things in abundance which make vanity abound, what profit hath man?
Now, therefore, O Yahweh, take, I pray thee, my life from me, - for it were better for me, to die, than, to live.
And it came to pass, at the breaking forth of the sun, that God appointed a sultry east wind, and the sun smote upon the head of Jonah, that he became faint, - and asked his life, that he might die, and said, It were better for me, to die, than, to live.