look away from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
How long will thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
O spare me, that I may recover strength before I go from here, and be no more.
Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little
I loathe [my life]. I would not live always. Let me alone, for my days are vanity.
For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch of it will not cease.
But now LORD has spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of a hireling, the glory of Moab shall be brought into contempt, with all his great multitude. And the remnant shall be very small and of no account.