Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of Daughter Zion.
Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.
“Make up your mind,” Moab says. “Render a decision. Make your shadow like night— at high noon. Hide the fugitives, do not betray the refugees.
Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you; be their shelter from the destroyer.” The oppressor will come to an end, and destruction will cease; the aggressor will vanish from the land.
In love a throne will be established; in faithfulness a man will sit on it— one from the house of David— one who in judging seeks justice and speeds the cause of righteousness.