look away from him, so that he may rest until he shall finish his day, as a hireling.
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 is cut down, that it will sprout again, and its tender branch will not cease.
I despise them; I will not live always; let me alone, for my days are vanity.
Until when will You look away from me, nor let me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Look away from me, and I will smile before I go away and be no more.
But now Jehovah has spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of a hireling, and the glory of Moab shall be abased with all that great host and the remnant few; small, not mighty.