turn from him, that he may rest, until he, as a hired man, finishes his day.
Are not my days few? Stop then, and leave me alone that I may cheer up a little,
“For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease.
I loathe my life; I would not live forever; let me alone, for my days are emptiness.
How long until You look away from me? Will You not let me alone until I swallow my saliva?
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may become cheerful again, before I go away and am no more.
But now the Lord has spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of a hireling, the glory of Moab shall be brought into contempt with all his great population, and his remnant shall be very small and feeble.