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1 Send ye a lamb [to] the ruler of the land, From Selah in  the wilderness, Unto the mount of the daughter of Zion.
2 And it hath come to pass, As a wandering bird, a nest cast  out, Are daughters of Moab, [at] fords of Arnon.
3 Bring ye in counsel, do judgment, Make as night thy shadow  in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, the wanderer reveal not.
4 Sojourn in thee do My outcasts, O Moab, Be a secret  hiding-place to them, From the face of a destroyer, For ceased  hath the extortioner, Finished hath been a destroyer, Consumed  the treaders down out of the land.
5 And established in kindness is the throne, And [one] hath  sat on it in truth, in the tent of David, Judging and seeking  judgment, and hasting righteousness.
6 We have heard of the pride of Moab -- very proud, His  pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath, Not right [are] his  devices.
7 Therefore howl doth Moab for Moab, all of it doth howl, For  the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth it meditateth, Surely they are  smitten.
8 Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah,  Lords of nations did beat her choice vines, Unto Jazer they  have come, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have  spread themselves, They have passed over a sea.
9 Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of  Sibmah, I water thee [with] my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For  -- for thy summer fruits, and for thy harvest, The shouting  hath fallen.
10 And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful  field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the  presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to  cease.
11 Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine  inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
12 And it hath come to pass, when it hath been seen, That  weary hath been Moab on the high place, And he hath come unto  his sanctuary to pray, And is not able.
13 This [is] the word that Jehovah hath spoken unto Moab from  that time,
14 And now hath Jehovah spoken, saying, `In three years, as  years of an hireling, Lightly esteemed is the honour of Moab,  With all the great multitude, And the remnant [is] little,  small, not mighty!'