Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
But now the LORD has spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of an hireling, and the glory of Moab shall be contemned, with all that great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and feeble.