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But this seemed very wrong to Jonah, and he was angry.
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And he made prayer to the Lord and said, O Lord, is this not what I said when I was still in my country? This is why I took care to go in flight to Tarshish: for I was certain that you were a loving God, full of pity, slow to be angry and great in mercy, and ready to be turned from your purpose of evil.
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So now, O Lord, give ear to my prayer and take my life from me; for death is better for me than life.
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And the Lord said, Have you any right to be angry?
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Then Jonah went out of the town, and took his seat on the east side of the town and made himself a roof of branches and took his seat under its shade till he saw what would become of the town.
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And the Lord God made a vine come up over Jonah to give him shade over his head. And Jonah was very glad because of the vine.
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But early on the morning after, God made ready a worm for the destruction of the vine, and it became dry and dead.
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Then when the sun came up, God sent a burning east wind: and so great was the heat of the sun on his head that Jonah was overcome, and, requesting death for himself, said, Death is better for me than life.
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And the Lord said to Jonah, Have you any right to be angry about the vine? And he said, I have a right to be truly angry.
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And the Lord said, You had pity on the vine, for which you did no work and for the growth of which you were not responsible; which came up in a night and came to an end in a night;
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And am I not to have mercy on Nineveh, that great town, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons without the power of judging between right and left, as well as much cattle?
