1Send lambs

to the ruler of the land,

from Sela, by way of the desert,

to the mount of daughter Zion.*

2Like fluttering birds,

like scattered nestlings,

so are the daughters of Moab

at the fords of the Arnon.*

3“Give counsel;

grant justice;

make your shade like night

at the height of noon;

hide the outcasts;

do not betray the fugitive;*

4let the outcasts of Moab

settle among you;

be a refuge to them

from the destroyer.”

When the oppressor is no more,

and destruction has ceased,

and marauders have vanished from the land,*

5then a throne shall be established in steadfast love

in the tent of David,

and on it shall sit in faithfulness

a ruler who seeks justice

and is swift to do what is right.*

6We have heard of the pride of Moab

—how proud he is!—

of his arrogance, his pride, and his insolence;

his boasts are false.*

7Therefore let Moab wail;

let everyone wail for Moab.

Mourn, utterly stricken,

for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth.*

8For the fields of Heshbon languish,

and the vines of Sibmah,

whose clusters once made drunk

the lords of the nations,

reached to Jazer

and strayed to the desert;

their shoots once spread abroad

and crossed over the sea.*

9Therefore I weep as Jazer weeps

for the vines of Sibmah;

I drench you with my tears,

O Heshbon and Elealeh,

for the shout over your fruit harvest

and your grain harvest has ceased.*

10Joy and gladness are taken away

from the fruitful field,

and in the vineyards no exultation is heard;

no shouts are raised;

no treader treads out wine in the presses;

the vintage shout is hushed.h^,*

11Therefore my heart moans like a harp for Moab

and my very soul for Kir-heres.*