1Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of Daughter Zion.

2Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.

3“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.

4Let 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.

5In love a throne will be established; in faithfulness a man will sit on it— one from the housea of David— one who in judging seeks justice and speeds the cause of righteousness.

6We have heard of Moab’s pride— how great is her arrogance!— of her conceit, her pride and her insolence; but her boasts are empty.

7Therefore the Moabites wail, they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.

8The fields of Heshbon wither, the vines of Sibmah also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines, which once reached Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out and went as far as the sea.b

9So I weep, as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. Heshbon and Elealeh, I drench you with tears! The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit and over your harvests have been stilled.

10Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards; no one treads out wine at the presses, for I have put an end to the shouting.

11My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.

12When Moab appears at her high place, she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail.

13This is the word the LORD has already spoken concerning Moab.

14But now the LORD says: “Within three years, as a servant bound by contract would count them, Moab’s splendor and all her many people will be despised, and her survivors will be very few and feeble.”