2 The daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon are like orphaned birds pushed from the nest.
3 Consider carefully, act justly;at high noon provide your shade like night.Hide the outcasts;keep the fugitives hidden.
4 Let the outcasts of Moab live among you.Be a hiding place for them from the destroyer.When the oppressor is no more,when destruction has ceased,when the trampler has vanished from the land,
5 a throne will be established based on goodness,and someone will sit faithfully on it in David’s dwelling—a judge who seeks justice and timely righteousness.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pride,his great pride,his outrageous pride and arrogance,his empty boasting.
7 Therefore, let Moab wail;let everyone wail for Moab.Let them moan, utterly stricken, for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth.
8 The fields of Heshbon languish.The vines of Sibmah,whose honored grapes overpowered masters of nations,had reached as far as Jazer and strayed to the desert.Their tendrils spread out and crossed the sea.