And the master of the ship came to him and said unto him, "Why slumberest thou? Up! And call unto thy god, that God may think on us, that we perish not."

And they said, one to another, come and let us cast lots, to know for whose cause we are thus troubled. And they cast lots. And the lot fell upon Jonah.

Then they said unto him, "Tell us for whose cause we are thus troubled: what is thine occupation, whence comest thou, how is thy country called, and of what nation art thou?"

Then were the men exceedingly afraid and said unto him, "Why didst thou so?" For they knew that he was fled from the presence of the LORD, because he had told them.

Then they said unto him, "What shall we do unto thee, that the sea may cease from troubling us?" For the sea wrought, and was troublous.

Wherefore they cried unto the LORD and said, "O LORD let us not perish for this man's death, neither lay innocent blood unto our charge: for thou LORD, even as thy pleasure was, so thou hast done."

And he said, "In my tribulation I called unto the LORD, and he answered me: out of the belly of hell I cried, and thou heardest my voice.

And when God saw their works, how they turned from their wicked ways, he repented on the evil which he said he would do unto them, and did it not.

And he prayed unto the LORD and said, "O LORD, was not this my saying when I was yet in my country? And therefore I hasted rather to flee to Tarshish: for I knew well enough that thou wast a merciful god, full of compassion long before thou be angry, and of great mercy and repentest when thou art come to take punishment.

And the LORD said unto Jonah, "Art thou so angry?"

And as soon as the sun was up, God prepared a fervent east wind: so that the sun beat over the head of Jonah, that he fainted again and wished unto his soul that he might die, and said, "It is better for me to die than to live."

And God said unto Jonah, "Art thou so angry for thy wild vine?" And he said, "I am angry a good, even unto the death."

And the LORD said, "Thou hast compassion on a wild vine, whereon thou bestowedest no labour nor madest it grow, which sprang up in one night and perished in another: