Send a lamb of tribute
To the ruler of the land,
From Sela across the wilderness
To the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
Like wandering birds,
Like a scattered nest,
Will the daughters of Moab be
At the fords of the Arnon.
Give us counsel,
Make a judgment concerning us.
Make your shadow at high noon
Like night to us.
Hide the outcasts;
Do not expose him who wanders.
the outcasts of Moab
Dwell with you;
Be a hiding place to them
From the destroyer.
When the extortioner finishes
And destruction ends,
When the oppressor is completely gone from the land,
Then will a throne be aestablished
And upon it 1One
will sit in 2truth
In the tent of David,
Judging and pursuing justice
And hastening righteousness.
have heard of the pride of Moab —
He is extremely proud —
Of his haughtiness and pride and insolence;
His boastings are all untrue.
Therefore Moab will howl for Moab;
They all will howl.
For the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth
You will mourn, utterly stricken.
Because the fields of Heshbon have withered,
And the vine of Sibmah, too.
The lords of the nations
Have trampled under its choicest vines,
Which reached as far as Jazer,
Which meandered into the desert.
Its shoots spread abroad;
They crossed over to the sea.
I will weep bitterly for Jazer,
For the vine of Sibmah;
I will soak you with my tears,
Heshbon and Elealeh.
For the harvest shout is hushed
Over your summer fruit and over your reapings.
Rejoicing is taken away, and exultation from the fruited field;
In the vineyards there will be no singing for joy; no shouts will be uttered.
The treader will not tread out wine in the presses —
I have made the harvest shout stop.
for Moab my bowels will moan like a lyre,
And my inward parts for Kir-heres.
And when Moab appears,
When they weary themselves at their high place,
And come to their sanctuary to pray,
It will not avail.
This is the word which Jehovah spoke concerning Moab long ago.
And now Jehovah has spoken, saying, Within three years, like the years of a hired man, the glory of Moab will be disgraced, with all its great multitude, and its remnant will be small — a mere trifle, nothing great.