Look away from him, that he may rest, until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
*For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.
I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.*
But now the LORD has spoken, saying, *Within three years, as a worker bound by contract would count them, the glory of Mo'av shall be brought into contempt, with all his great multitude; and the remnant will be very small and feeble.*