This is a single line, but it carries a bleak idea. The speaker describes a moment when a person has lost almost everything and only the future remains to be taken. At that point, the line says, the gods "renounce compassion." The gods don't simply fail to help; they actively give up on mercy, as if pity is something they can only afford to offer when there is still something left to protect.
The tone is cold and fatalistic. There's no pleading and no anger, just a flat statement that sounds like a rule of the universe. That calm makes it feel harsher. The word "future" is the key: losing it means losing hope itself, and the poem suggests that this is exactly when divine kindness vanishes. Because the line is so short and has no title, it hits like a proverb, leaving the reader with a sense of abandonment and a question about whether compassion ever depended on the gods at all.