² Like fluttering birds
    pushed from the nest,^(A)
so are the women of Moab^(B)
    at the fords^(C) of the Arnon.^(D)

³ “Make up your mind,” Moab says.
    “Render a decision.
Make your shadow like night—
    at high noon.
Hide the fugitives,^(E)
    do not betray the refugees.
⁴ Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you;
    be their shelter^(F) from the destroyer.”

The oppressor^(G) will come to an end,
    and destruction will cease;^(H)
    the aggressor will vanish from the land.

⁶ We have heard of Moab’s^(A) pride^(B)—
    how great is her arrogance!—
of her conceit, her pride and her insolence;
    but her boasts are empty.

⁷ Therefore the Moabites wail,^(A)
    they wail together for Moab.
Lament and grieve
    for the raisin cakes^(B) of Kir Hareseth.^(C)

¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(A) like a harp,^(B)
    my inmost being^(C) for Kir Hareseth.

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