1 Send lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the mountain of Daughter Zion.
2 Like a bird fleeing,forced from the nest,the daughters of Moabwill be at the fords of the Arnon.
3 Give us counsel and make a decision.Shelter us at noondaywith shade that is as dark as night.Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.
4 Let my refugees stay with you;be a refuge for Moab from the aggressor.When the oppressor has gone,destruction has ended,and marauders have vanished from the land.
5 Then in the tent of Davida throne will be established by faithful love. A judge who seeks what is rightand is quick to execute justicewill sit on the throne forever.
6 We have heard of Moab’s pride —how very proud he is —his haughtiness, his pride, his arrogance,and his empty boasting.
7 Therefore let Moab wail;let every one of them wail for Moab.Mourn, you who are completely devastated,for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth.