³² Yet now, if thou wilt forgive their sin--; and if not, blot me, I pray thee, out of thy book which thou hast written.

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.

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

¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

¹⁶ I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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

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

¹² Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

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