to the ruler of the land,
from Sela, across the desert,
to the mount of Daughter Zion.
pushed from the nest,
so are the women of Moab
at the fords of the Arnon.
“Render a decision.
Make your shadow like night —
at high noon.
Hide the fugitives,
do not betray the refugees.
be their shelter from the destroyer.”
The oppressor will come to an end,
and destruction will cease;
the aggressor will vanish from the land.
in faithfulness a man will sit on it —
one from the housea of David —
one who in judging seeks justice
and speeds the cause of righteousness.
how great is her arrogance! —
of her conceit, her pride and her insolence;
but her boasts are empty.
they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.
the vines of Sibmah also.
The rulers of the nations
have trampled down the choicest vines,
which once reached Jazer
and spread toward the desert.
Their shoots spread out
and went as far as the sea.b
for the vines of Sibmah.
Heshbon and Elealeh,
I drench you with tears!
The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit
and over your harvests have been stilled.
no one sings or shouts in the vineyards;
no one treads out wine at the presses,
for I have put an end to the shouting.
my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.
she only wears herself out;
when she goes to her shrine to pray,
it is to no avail.