"TurnYour gazefrom him that he may rest,Untilhe fulfillshis daylike a hiredman.
"Would He not letmy fewdaysalone?Withdrawfrom me that I may havea littlecheer
"For thereis hopefor a tree,Whenit is cutdown,that it will sproutagain,And its shootswill not fail.
"I wasteaway;I will not liveforever.Leaveme alone,for my daysare [but] a breath.
"Will You neverturnYour gazeaway from me, Norletme aloneuntilI swallowmy spittle?
"TurnYour gazeawayfrom me, that I may smile[again] BeforeI departand am nomore."
But nowthe LORDspeaks,saying,"Within threeyears,as a hiredmanwould countthem, the gloryof Moabwill be degradedalong with all[his] greatpopulation,and [his] remnantwill be verysmall[and] impotent."
