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CHAPTER 16

                 1Send a lamb

                     to the ruler of the land,

                 from the wilderness crag

                     to the Mount of the Daughter of Zion.

                 2And like a wandering bird

                     sent out from the nest,

                 the daughters of Moab shall be

                     at the fords of the Arnon.

                 3Take counsel,

                     weigh judgment.

                 Make your shade like the night

                     at high noon.

                 Shelter those driven out,

                     do not expose the displaced.

                 4Those driven from Moab

                     shall sojourn among you.

                 Be a shelter for them

                     against the marauder.

                 For oppression is over,

                     marauding has ended,

                         the tramplers are gone from the land.

                 5And a throne is set firm in kindness

                     and on it shall sit in truth

                         in the tent of David

                 one who judges and seeks justice

                     and is swift to do right.

                 6We have heard of Moab’s pride,

                     so very proud,

                 his pride and his proud anger.

                     Not so are his lies.

                 7Therefore shall Moab wail for Moab,

                     all of it shall wail.

                 For the raisin cakes of Qir-Haresheth

                     you shall utter naught but moans.

                 8For the fields of Heshbon languish,

                     the vines of Sibmah.

                 The notables of nations

                     pounded her tendrils.

                 As far as Jazer they reached,

                     they strayed to the desert.

                 Her shoots they pulled out,

                     they passed on to the sea.

                 9Therefore do I weep in the keening of Jazer,

                     I drench you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh.

                 For over your fig and grain harvest

                         a shout has fallen away.

                     10Joy and delight are gone from the farmland,

                         and in the vineyard no glad song or cheers.

                     No wine is in the presses,

                         the treader does not tread,

                             the shout is stifled.

                 11Therefore my heart moans like a lyre for Moab,

                     my inward self for Qir-Heres.

12And it shall happen that Moab will be seen unavailing on the high place, and he will come to his sanctuary and achieve nothing. 13This is the word that the LORD spoke concerning Moab in time past. 14And now the LORD has spoken, saying, “In three years, like the years of a hired worker, Moab’s glory shall be debased, despite all the great crowd, and what is left—the smallest bit, of no account.”