Job 7:15–16

²³¶ And when Ahithophel saw that his counsel was not followed, he saddled his ass, and arose, and gat him home to his house, to his city, and put his household in order, and hanged himself, and died, and was buried in the sepulchre of his father.

⁵And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself.

⁴¶ But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.

¹MY soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

⁶Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

²¹Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

²⁰Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

⁹Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

⁸And it came to pass, when the sun did arise, 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.

¹³O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.

⁹Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.

¹¹¶ Seeing there be many things that increase vanity, what is man the better?

¹²For who knoweth what is good for man in this life, all the days of his vain life which he spendeth as a shadow? for who can tell a man what shall be after him under the sun?

⁴⁶And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these which are of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?

²⁰Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

²¹Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;

²²Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?

³Therefore now, O Lord, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.

⁴Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

¹⁰Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.

³³Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, and their years in trouble.