look away from him and leave him alone, that he may enjoy, like a hired hand, his day.
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone till I swallow my spit?
Look away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more!”
Are not my days few? Then cease, and leave me alone, that I may find a little cheer
I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.
“For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease.
But now the Lord has spoken, saying, “In three years, like the years of a hired worker, the glory of Moab will be brought into contempt, in spite of all his great multitude, and those who remain will be very few and feeble.”