1 Enviai cordeiros ao dominador da terra, desde Sela, pelo deserto, até ao monte da filha de Sião. 2 Como pássaro espantado, lançado fora do ninho, assim são as filhas de Moabe nos vaus do Arnom, que dizem: 3 Dá conselhos, executa o juízo e faze a tua sombra no pino do meio-dia como a noite; esconde os desterrados e não descubras os fugitivos. 4 Habitem entre ti os desterrados de Moabe, serve-lhes de esconderijo contra o destruidor. Quando o homem violento tiver fim, a destruição for desfeita e o opressor deixar a terra, 5 então, um trono se firmará em benignidade, e sobre ele no tabernáculo de Davi se assentará com fidelidade um que julgue, busque o juízo e não tarde em fazer justiça.

6 Temos ouvido da soberba de Moabe, soberbo em extremo; da sua arrogância, do seu orgulho e do seu furor; a sua jactância é vã.

7 Portanto, uivará Moabe, cada um por Moabe; gemereis profundamente abatidos pelas pastas de uvas de Quir-Haresete. 8 Porque os campos de Hesbom estão murchos; os senhores das nações talaram os melhores ramos da vinha de Sibma, que se estenderam até Jazer e se perderam no deserto, sarmentos que se estenderam e passaram além do mar. 9 Pelo que prantearei, com o pranto de Jazer, a vinha de Sibma; regar-te-ei com as minhas lágrimas, ó Hesbom, ó Eleale; pois, sobre os teus frutos de verão e sobre a tua vindima, caiu já dos inimigos o eia, como o de pisadores. 10 Fugiu a alegria e o regozijo do pomar; nas vinhas já não se canta, nem há júbilo algum; já não se pisarão as uvas nos lagares. Eu fiz cessar o eia dos pisadores. 11 Pelo que por Moabe vibra como harpa o meu íntimo, e o meu coração, por Quir-Heres. 12 Ver-se-á como Moabe se cansa nos altos, como entra no santuário a orar e nada alcança.

13 Esta é a palavra que o Senhor há muito pronunciou contra Moabe. 14 Agora, porém, o Senhor fala e diz: Dentro de três anos, tais como os de jornaleiros, será envilecida a glória de Moabe, com toda a sua grande multidão; e o restante será pouco, pequeno e débil.

1 Send ye the lambs for the ruler of the land from Selah to the wilderness, unto the mount of the daughter of Zion. 2 For it shall be that, as wandering birds, as a scattered nest, so shall the daughters of Moab be at the fords of the Arnon. 3 Give counsel, execute justice; make thy shade as the night in the midst of the noonday; hide the outcasts; betray not the fugitive. 4 Let mine outcasts dwell with thee; as for Moab, be thou a covert to him from the face of the destroyer. For the extortioner is brought to nought, destruction ceaseth, the oppressors are consumed out of the land. 5 And a throne shall be established in lovingkindness; and one shall sit thereon in truth, in the tent of David, judging, and seeking justice, and swift to do righteousness.

6 We have heard of the pride of Moab, that he is very proud; even of his arrogancy, and his pride, and his wrath; his boastings are nought. 7 Therefore shall Moab wail for Moab, every one shall wail: for the raisin-cakes of Kir-hareseth shall ye mourn, utterly stricken. 8 For the fields of Heshbon languish, and the vine of Sibmah; the lords of the nations have broken down the choice branches thereof, which reached even unto Jazer, which wandered into the wilderness; its shoots were spread abroad, they passed over the sea. 9 Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah; I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon, and Elealeh: for upon thy summer fruits and upon thy harvest the battle shout is fallen. 10 And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither joyful noise: no treader shall tread out wine in the presses; I have made the vintage shout to cease. 11 Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir-heres. 12 And it shall come to pass, when Moab presenteth himself, when he wearieth himself upon the high place, and shall come to his sanctuary to pray, that he shall not prevail.

13 This is the word that Jehovah spake concerning Moab in time past. 14 But now Jehovah hath spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of a hireling, the glory of Moab shall be brought into contempt, with all his great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and of no account.

1 Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of Daughter Zion.

2 Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.

3 "Make up your mind," Moab says. "Render a decision. Make your shadow like night — at high noon. Hide the fugitives, do not betray the refugees.

4 Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you; be their shelter from the destroyer." The oppressor will come to an end, and destruction will cease; the aggressor will vanish from the land.

5 In love a throne will be established; in faithfulness a man will sit on it — one from the house "of David — one who in judging seeks justice and speeds the cause of righteousness.

6 We have heard of Moab's pride — how great is her arrogance! — of her conceit, her pride and her insolence; but her boasts are empty.

7 Therefore the Moabites wail, they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth.

8 The fields of Heshbon wither, 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. [^2]

9 So I weep, as Jazer weeps, 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.

10 Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards; 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.

11 My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.

12 When Moab appears at her high place, she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail.

13 This is the word the LORD has already spoken concerning Moab.

14 But now the LORD says: "Within three years, as a servant bound by contract would count them, Moab's splendor and all her many people will be despised, and her survivors will be very few and feeble."