Job 14:6

How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

“Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.

He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

“My soul is weary of my life. I will give free course to my complaint. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

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

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away and exist no more.”

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.

But now Yahweh has spoken, saying, “Within three years, as a worker bound by contract would count them, the glory of Moab shall be brought into contempt, with all his great multitude; and the remnant will be very small and feeble.”

For the Lord said to me, “Within a year, as a worker bound by contract would count it, all the glory of Kedar will fail,

Enoch walked with God, and he was not found, for God took him.

Jacob, their father, said to them, “You have bereaved me of my children! Joseph is no more, Simeon is no more, and you want to take Benjamin away. All these things are against me.”

even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.

I am blameless. I don’t respect myself. I despise my life.

I said, “My God, don’t take me away in the middle of my days. Your years are throughout all generations.

Rebekah said to Isaac, “I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth. If Jacob takes a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good will my life do me?”

As a hired servant, and as a temporary resident, he shall be with you; he shall serve with you until the Year of Jubilee.

He shall reckon with him who bought him from the year that he sold himself to him to the Year of Jubilee. The price of his sale shall be according to the number of years; he shall be with him according to the time of a hired servant.

As a servant hired year by year shall he be with him. He shall not rule with harshness over him in your sight.

It shall not seem hard to you when you let him go free from you; for he has been double the value of a hired hand as he served you six years. Yahweh your God will bless you in all that you do.

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.

What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.

(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days on earth are a shadow.)

Aren’t my days few? Stop! Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

withdraw your hand far from me, and don’t let your terror make me afraid.

But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate.

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

Behold, you have made my days hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.”

Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand.

Surely men of low degree are just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

Therefore he consumed their days in vanity, and their years in terror.

Yahweh, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph?

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Yahweh, you know. Remember me, visit me, and avenge me of my persecutors. You are patient, so don’t take me away. Know that for your sake I have suffered reproach.

Therefore now, Yahweh, take, I beg you, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.”

When the sun arose, God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat on Jonah’s head, so that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, “It is better for me to die than to live.”

They cried with a loud voice, saying, “How long, Master, the holy and true, until you judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”