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 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 alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
How long wilt thou 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 hath spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of a hireling, and the glory of Moab shall be contemned, with all that great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and feeble.