Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.

In the feebleness within me of my soul Jehovah I have remembered, And come in unto Thee doth my prayer, Unto Thy holy temple.

And now, O Jehovah, take, I pray Thee, my soul from me, for better is my death than my life.'

And it cometh to pass, about the rising of the sun, that God appointeth a cutting east wind, and the sun smiteth on the head of Jonah, and he wrappeth himself up, and asketh his soul to die, and saith, 'Better is my death than my life.'