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1 Send ye the lamb to the ruler of the land from Sela to the wilder­ness, unto the mount of the daugh­ter of Zion. 2 For it shall be, that, as a wan­der­ing bird cast out of the nest, so the daugh­ters of Moab shall be at the fords of Arnon. 3 Take coun­sel, ex­e­cute judg­ment; make thy shad­ow as the night in the midst of the noon­day; hide the out­casts; be­wray not him that wan­dereth. 4 Let mine out­casts dwell with thee, Moab; be thou a covert to them from the face of the spoil­er: for the ex­tor­tion­er is at an end, the spoil­er ceaseth, the op­pres­sors are con­sumed out of the land. 5 And in mer­cy shall the throne be es­tab­lished: and he shall sit upon it in truth in the taber­na­cle of David, judg­ing, and seek­ing judg­ment, and hast­ing righ­teous­ness. 6 We have heard of the pride of Moab; he is very proud: even of his haugh­ti­ness, and his pride, and his wrath: but his lies shall not be so. 7 There­fore shall Moab howl for Moab, ev­ery one shall howl: for the foun­da­tions of Kirhare­seth shall ye mourn; sure­ly they are strick­en. 8 For the fields of Hes­h­bon lan­guish, and the vine of Sibmah: the lords of the hea­then have bro­ken down the prin­ci­pal plants there­of, they are come even unto Jaz­er, they wan­dered through the wilder­ness: her branch­es are stretched out, they are gone over the sea. 9 There­fore I will be­wail with the weep­ing of Jaz­er the vine of Sibmah: I will wa­ter thee with my tears, O Hes­h­bon, and Elealeh: for the shout­ing for thy sum­mer fruits and for thy har­vest is fall­en. 10 And glad­ness is tak­en away, and joy out of the plen­ti­ful field; and in the vine­yards there shall be no singing, nei­ther shall there be shout­ing: the tread­ers shall tread out no wine in their press­es; I have made their vintage shout­ing to cease. 11 Where­fore my bow­els shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine in­ward parts for Kirharesh. 12 And it shall come to pass, when it is seen that Moab is weary on the high place, that he shall come to his sanc­tu­ary to pray; but he shall not pre­vail. 13 This is the word that the LORD hath spo­ken con­cern­ing Moab since that time. 14 But now the LORD hath spo­ken, say­ing, With­in three years, as the years of an hireling, and the glo­ry of Moab shall be con­temned, with all that great mul­ti­tude; and the rem­nant shall be very small and fee­ble.