Job 16:6

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.”

I have proclaimed glad news of righteousness in the great assembly. Behold, I will not seal my lips, Yahweh, you know.

She was in bitterness of soul, and prayed to Yahweh, weeping bitterly.

If you treat me this way, please kill me right now, if I have found favor in your sight; and don’t let me see my wretchedness.”

whatever prayer and supplication is made by any man, or by all your people Israel, who shall each know the plague of his own heart, and spread out his hands toward this house,

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

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

Another dies in bitterness of soul, and never tastes of good.

“Even today my complaint is rebellious. His hand is heavy in spite of my groaning.

The heart knows its own bitterness and joy; he will not share these with a stranger.

What will I say? He has both spoken to me, and himself has done it. I will walk carefully all my years because of the anguish of my soul.

They said to one another, “We are certainly guilty concerning our brother, in that we saw the distress of his soul, when he begged us, and we wouldn’t listen. Therefore this distress has come upon us.”

When she came to the man of God to the hill, she caught hold of his feet. Gehazi came near to thrust her away; but the man of God said, “Leave her alone; for her soul is troubled within her; and Yahweh has hidden it from me, and has not told me.”

because it didn’t shut up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.

In famine he will redeem you from death; in war, from the power of the sword.

Do you intend to reprove words, since the speeches of one who is desperate are as wind?

“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

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

“How long will you speak these things? Shall the words of your mouth be a mighty wind?

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’

If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still will not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.

“Be silent! Leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.

Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.

“Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time and remember me!

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

If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.

The princes refrained from talking, and laid their hand on their mouth.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:

I remember God, and I groan. I complain, and my spirit is overwhelmed.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

Behold, for peace I had great anguish, but you have in love for my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; for you have cast all my sins behind your back.

For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”

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.”

Being in agony he prayed more earnestly. His sweat became like great drops of blood falling down on the ground.

For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote to you with many tears, not that you should be made to grieve, but that you might know the love that I have so abundantly for you.