Then Rebekah said to Isaac, My life is a weariness to me because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob takes a wife from among the daughters of Heth, such as these, the women of this land, of what use will my life be to me?

While he himself went a day's journey into the waste land, and took a seat under a broom-plant, desiring for himself only death; for he said, It is enough: now, O Lord, take away my life, for I am no better than my fathers.

So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.

Let me alone

Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,

Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.

No longer let your hand be hard on me; I am wasted by the blows of your hand.

My days

Truly men of low birth are nothing, and men of high position are not what they seem; if they are put in the scales together they are less than a breath.

So their days were wasted like a breath, and their years in trouble.

There are words without number for increasing what is to no purpose, but what is man profited by them?