look away from him, and desist, that he may enjoy, like a hireling, his day.
Are not the days of my life few? Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort
“For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease.
I loathe my life; I would not live for ever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath.
How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
Look away from me, that I may know gladness, before I depart and be no more!”
But now the Lord says, “In three years, like the years of a hireling, the glory of Moab will be brought into contempt, in spite of all his great multitude, and those who survive will be very few and feeble.”