sn35.87:3.1 “Reverend Sāriputta, I’m not keeping well, I’m not getting by. My pain is terrible and growing, not fading; its growing is evident, not its fading.
sn35.87:3.2 The winds piercing my head are so severe, it feels like a strong man drilling into my head with a sharp point.
sn35.87:3.4 The pain in my head is so severe, it feels like a strong man tightening a strong leather strap around my head.
sn35.87:3.6 The winds slicing my belly are so severe, like a deft butcher or their apprentice were slicing open a cow’s belly with a sharp meat cleaver.
sn35.87:3.8 The burning in my body is so severe, it feels like two strong men grabbing a weaker man by the arms to burn and scorch him on a pit of glowing coals.
sn35.87:3.9 I’m not keeping well, I’m not getting by. My pain is terrible and growing, not fading; its growing is evident, not its fading.
sn35.87:3.10 Reverend Sāriputta, I shall commit suicide. I don’t wish to live.”