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,
5 then a throne shall be established in steadfast love, and one shall sit on it in faithfulness, in the tent of David, judging and seeking justice and zealous for righteousness.
6 We have heard of the pride of Moab—exceedingly proud— of his arrogance, pride, and insolence; his boasting is not true.
7 Therefore Moab wails; all of it wails for Moab, for the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth you moan, utterly devastated.