Why don't you leave us alone and let us find some happiness while we toil and labor?
I have only a few days left. Why don't you leave me alone? Let me find some relief,
When a tree is chopped down, there is always the hope that it will sprout again.
Leave me alone and let me die; my life has no meaning.
Won't you look away just long enough for me to swallow?
Stop being angry with me and let me smile again before I am dead and gone."
Now he says, "The contract of a hired worker is good for three years, but Moab's glory and greatness won't last any longer than that. Only a few of its people will survive, and they will be left helpless."