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1[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 1Send lambs from Sela as tribute to the ruler of the land. Send them through the desert to the mountain of beautiful Zion. |
2[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 2The women of Moab are left like homeless birds at the shallow crossings of the Arnon River. |
3[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 3“Help us,” they cry. “Defend us against our enemies. Protect us from their relentless attack. Do not betray us now that we have escaped. |
4[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 4Let our refugees stay among you. Hide them from our enemies until the terror is past.” When oppression and destruction have ended and enemy raiders have disappeared, |
5[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 5then God will establish one of David’s descendants as king. He will rule with mercy and truth. He will always do what is just and be eager to do what is right. |
6[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 6We have heard about proud Moab— about its pride and arrogance and rage. But all that boasting has disappeared. |
7[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 7The entire land of Moab weeps. Yes, everyone in Moab mourns for the cakes of raisins from Kir-hareseth. They are all gone now. |
8[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 8The farms of Heshbon are abandoned; the vineyards at Sibmah are deserted. The rulers of the nations have broken down Moab— that beautiful grapevine. Its tendrils spread north as far as the town of Jazer and trailed eastward into the wilderness. Its shoots reached so far west that they crossed over the Dead Sea. |
9[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 9So now I weep for Jazer and the vineyards of Sibmah; my tears will flow for Heshbon and Elealeh. There are no more shouts of joy over your summer fruits and harvest. |
10[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 10Gone now is the gladness, gone the joy of harvest. There will be no singing in the vineyards, no more happy shouts, no treading of grapes in the winepresses. I have ended all their harvest joys. |
11[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 11My heart’s cry for Moab is like a lament on a harp. I am filled with anguish for Kir-hareseth. |
12[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 12The people of Moab will worship at their pagan shrines, but it will do them no good. They will cry to the gods in their temples, but no one will be able to save them. |
13[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 13The LORD has already said these things about Moab in the past. |
14[an error occurred while processing this directive] | 14But now the LORD says, “Within three years, counting each day, the glory of Moab will be ended. From its great population, only a feeble few will be left alive.” |
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