Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest,1 so are the women of Moab2 at the fords3 of the Arnon.43
"Give us counsel, render a decision. Make your shadow like night-- at high noon. Hide the fugitives,5 do not betray the refugees.
Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you; be their shelter6 from the destroyer." The oppressor7 will come to an end, and destruction will cease;8 the aggressor will vanish from the land.
In love a throne9 will be established;10 in faithfulness a man will sit on it-- one from the housea of David11-- one who in judging seeks justice12 and speeds the cause of righteousness.
We have heard of Moab's13 pride14-- her overweening pride and conceit, her pride and her insolence-- but her boasts are empty.
Therefore the Moabites wail,15 they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the menb16 of Kir Hareseth.178
The fields of Heshbon18 wither,19 the vines of Sibmah20 also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines,21 which once reached Jazer22 and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out23 and went as far as the sea.249
So I weep,25 as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. O Heshbon, O Elealeh,26 I drench you with tears!27 The shouts of joy28 over your ripened fruit and over your harvests29 have been stilled.
Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards;30 no one sings or shouts31 in the vineyards; no one treads32 out wine at the presses,33 for I have put an end to the shouting.
My heart laments for Moab34 like a harp,35 my inmost being36 for Kir Hareseth.
When Moab appears at her high place,37 she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine38 to pray, it is to no avail.39