This displeased Jonah greatly, and he became angry. He prayed to the Lord and said this is why he had fled to Tarshish: he knew the Lord is a gracious and merciful God, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love, relenting from disaster. So he asked the Lord to take his life, for it was better for him to die than to live. The Lord asked whether he did well to be angry.
Jonah went out of the city and sat east of it, and made himself a booth there. He sat under its shade to see what would become of the city. The Lord God appointed a plant and made it come up over Jonah, to be a shade over his head and save him from his discomfort, and Jonah was exceedingly glad because of the plant. But when dawn came the next day, God appointed a worm that attacked the plant, and it withered. When the sun rose, God appointed a scorching east wind, and the sun beat down on Jonah's head so that he was faint and asked to die.
God asked whether he did well to be angry about the plant, and Jonah said yes, angry enough to die. Then the Lord said that Jonah pitied the plant, for which he had not labored and which he had not made grow, which came into being in a night and perished in a night. And should he not pity Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than 120,000 persons who do not know their right hand from their left, and also much cattle? There the book ends.