1 Send the lamb to the ruler of the land,
From [a]Sela to the wilderness,
To the mount of the daughter of Zion.
So shall be the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.
Make your shadow like the night in the middle of the day;
Hide the outcasts,
Do not betray him who escapes.
Be a shelter to them from the face of the [b]spoiler.
For the extortioner is at an end,
Devastation ceases,
The oppressors are consumed out of the land.
And One will sit on it in truth, in the tabernacle of David,
Judging and seeking justice and hastening righteousness.”
He is very proud —
Of his haughtiness and his pride and his wrath;
But his [c]lies shall not be so.
Everyone shall wail.
For the foundations of Kir Hareseth you shall mourn;
Surely they are stricken.
And the vine of Sibmah;
The lords of the nations have broken down its choice plants,
Which have reached to Jazer
And wandered through the wilderness.
Her branches are stretched out,
They are gone over the sea.
With the weeping of Jazer;
I will drench you with my tears,
O Heshbon and Elealeh;
For [d]battle cries have fallen
Over your summer fruits and your harvest.
And joy from the plentiful field;
In the vineyards there will be no singing,
Nor will there be shouting;
No treaders will tread out wine in the presses;
I have made their shouting cease.
And my inner being for [f]Kir Heres.
When it is seen that Moab is weary on the high place,
That he will come to his sanctuary to pray;
But he will not prevail.