1 Send a ram to the ruler of the land, from Sela across the desert to the mountain of daughter Zion.
2 And this shall be: like a bird fleeing from a thrust away nest shall be the daughters of Moab at the fords of Arnon.
3 “Bring counsel, make a decision; make your shade like the night in the middle of noonday. Hide the outcasts; you must not betray the fugitive.
4 Let my outcasts of Moab dwell as aliens among you; be a hiding place for them from the presence of the destroyer.” When the oppressor is no more, destruction has stopped, the one who tramples has disappeared from the land,