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Like fluttering birds,
    like scattered nestlings,
are the women of Moab
    at the fords of the Arnon.
Offer your counsel,
    grant us your justice.
At high noon
    let your shadow be like night.
Hide those who are outcasts
    and do not betray the fugitives.
Allow the outcasts of Moab
    to settle among you,
    and be their refuge from the destroyer.
When the oppression has ceased
    and the devastation is at an end,
and the marauders who have trampled the land
    have finally departed,

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