Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a 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 for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender shoots 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 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 away, and be no more.
But now the LORD has spoken, saying, Within three years, like the years of a hireling, and the glory of Moab shall be despised, with all that great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and feeble.