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My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
O that thou wouldst hide me in the grave, that thou wouldst keep me secret, until thy wrath is past, that thou wouldst appoint me a set time, and remember me!
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! Then should I yet have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One. read more.
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling? As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work; So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. I lothe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
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My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
And it came to pass, when the sun rose that God prepared a vehement east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and wished in himself to die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life, because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob shall take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these who are of the daughters of the land, what good will my life do me?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
Therefore I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun is grievous to me: for all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter. Wherefore I praised the dead who are already dead more than the living who are yet alive.