while he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness. He came to a broom bush,(A) sat down under it and prayed that he might die. “I have had enough, Lord,” he said. “Take my life;(B) I am no better than my ancestors.”

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All our days pass away under your wrath;
    we finish our years with a moan.(A)

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For my days vanish like smoke;(A)
    my bones(B) burn like glowing embers.

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