1Send the lamb to the ruler of the land, from Sela through the wilderness, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion.
2For like a bird fluttering about, thrown out of its nest, so will the daughters of Moab be at the fords of Arnon.
3Take counsel, do what is just. Make your shadow like the night in the middle of the noonday. Hide those who have been driven out; do not betray the one who wanders.
4Let those driven out from me live with you, Moab. Be a hiding place for them from the one who destroys. For the one who crushes people is at an end, the destroyer stops, the oppressors are finished from the land.
5In mercy the throne will be set up. One will sit on it in truth, in the tent of David, judging, and seeking what is just, and quick to do righteousness.
6We have heard of the pride of Moab. He is very proud. We have heard of his haughtiness, and his pride, and his anger. But his lies will not stand.
7So Moab will wail for Moab; everyone will wail. You will mourn for the foundations of Kirhareseth; surely they are struck down.
8For the fields of Heshbon wither, and the vine of Sibmah. The lords of the nations have broken down its best plants. They reached as far as Jazer; they wandered through the wilderness. Her branches were stretched out; they went over the sea.
9So I will weep for the vine of Sibmah with the weeping of Jazer. I will water you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh, for the shouting over your summer fruit and over your harvest has fallen silent.
10Gladness is taken away, and joy from the rich field. In the vineyards there will be no singing, and there will be no shouting. The treaders will tread out no wine in their presses. I have made their harvest shouting stop.
11So my inner parts sound like a harp for Moab, and everything inside me for Kirharesh.
12When it is seen that Moab has worn himself out on the high place, he will come to his holy place to pray; but he will not succeed.
13This is the word that the LORD has spoken about Moab since that time.
14But now the LORD has spoken, saying, "Within three years, counted like the years of a hired worker, the glory of Moab will be despised, along with all that great crowd of people. Those left will be very few and weak."