Sendשִׁלְחוּthe lambכַרof the rulerמֹשֵׁלof the landאֶרֶץfrom Selaמִסֶּלַעtoward the wildernessמִדְבָּרָהto the mountainאֶל הַרof the daughterבַּתof Zion.צִיּוֹן
And it will beוְהָיָהlike a wanderingנוֹדֵדbird,כְעוֹףa nestקֵןcast out:מְשֻׁלָּחthe daughtersבְּנוֹתof Moabמוֹאָבwill beתִּהְיֶינָהat the fordsמַעְבָּרֹתof the Arnon.לְאַרְנוֹן
Bringהָבִיאִיcounsel,עֵצָהmakeעֲשׂוּa decision;פְלִילָהmakeשִׁיתִיyour shadeצִלֵּךְlike the nightכַלַּיִלin the middleבְּתוֹךְof noon;צָהֳרָיִםhideסַתְּרִיthe banished,נִדָּחִיםdo notאַלexposeתְּגַלִּיthe wanderer.נֹדֵד
Let my banished onesנִדָּחַיreside as aliensיָגוּרוּamong you,בָךְMoab;מוֹאָבbeהֱוִיa hiding placeסֵתֶרfor themלָמוֹfrom beforeמִפְּנֵיthe devastator.שׁוֹדֵדForכִּיthe oppressorהַמֵּץhas come to an end,אָפֵסdevastationשֹׁדhas ceased,כָּלָהthe tramplersרֹמֵסhave vanishedתַּמּוּfrom the land.מִן הָאָרֶץ
And a throneכִּסֵּאwill be establishedוְהוּכַןin loyal love,בַּחֶסֶדand one will sitוְיָשַׁבon itעָלָיוin truthבֶּאֱמֶתin the tentבְּאֹהֶלof David,דָּוִדjudgingשֹׁפֵטand seekingוְדֹרֵשׁjusticeמִשְׁפָּטand swiftוּמְהִרin righteousness.צֶדֶק
We have heardשָׁמַעְנוּof the prideגְאוֹןof Moab,מוֹאָבveryמְאֹדproud,גֵּאhis arroganceגַּאֲוָתוֹand his prideוּגְאוֹנוֹand his wrath;וְעֶבְרָתוֹhis boastsבַּדָּיוarenot so.לֹא כֵן
ThereforeלָכֵןMoabמוֹאָבwill wailיְיֵלִילfor Moab,לְמוֹאָבall of itכֻּלֹּהwill wail;יְיֵלִילfor the raisin cakesלַאֲשִׁישֵׁיof Kir-haresethקִיר חֲרֶשֶׂתyou will murmur,תֶּהְגּוּutterlyאַךְstricken.נְכָאִים
Forכִּיthe fieldsשַׁדְמוֹתof Heshbonחֶשְׁבּוֹןlanguish,אֻמְלָלthe vineגֶּפֶןof Sibmah;שִׂבְמָהthe lordsבַּעֲלֵיof the nationsגוֹיִםhave struck downהָלְמוּits choice branches;שְׂרוּקֶּיהָas far as Jazerעַד יַעְזֵרthey reached,נָגָעוּthey wanderedתָּעוּinto the wilderness;מִדְבָּרits shootsשְׁלֻחוֹתֶיהָspread out,נִטְּשׁוּthey crossed overעָבְרוּthe sea.יָם
Thereforeעַל כֵּןI will weepאֶבְכֶּהwith the weepingבִּבְכִיof Jazerיַעְזֵרfor the vineגֶּפֶןof Sibmah;שִׂבְמָהI will drench youאֲרַיָּוֶךְwith my tears,דִּמְעָתִיHeshbonחֶשְׁבּוֹןand Elealeh;וְאֶלְעָלֵהforכִּיon your summer fruitעַל קֵיצֵךְand on your harvestוְעַל קְצִירֵךְthe shoutהֵידָדhas fallen.נָפָל
And joyוְ שִׂמְחָהand gladnessוָגִילare gathered awayנֶאֱסַףfrom the orchard,מִן הַכַּרְמֶלand in the vineyardsוּבַכְּרָמִיםthere is noלֹאsinging,יְרֻנָּןnoלֹאshouting;יְרֹעָעthe treaderהַדֹּרֵךְdoes notלֹאtread outיִדְרֹךְwineיַיִןin the presses;בַּיְקָבִיםthe shoutהֵידָדI have made cease.הִשְׁבַּתִּי
Thereforeעַל כֵּןmy insidesמֵעַיfor Moabלְמוֹאָבlike a lyreכַּכִּנּוֹרmoan,יֶהֱמוּand my inmost beingוְקִרְבִּיfor Kir-heres.לְקִיר חָרֶשׂ
And it will happen,וְהָיָהwhenכִיhe appears,נִרְאָהwhenכִּיMoabמוֹאָבwearies himselfנִלְאָהon the high placeעַל הַבָּמָהand comesוּבָאto his sanctuaryאֶל מִקְדָּשׁוֹto pray,לְהִתְפַּלֵּלhe will notוְלֹאbe able.יוּכָל
Thisזֶהisthe wordהַדָּבָרthatאֲשֶׁרYHWHיְהוָהspokeדִּבֶּרconcerning Moabאֶל מוֹאָבlong ago.מֵאָז
But nowוְעַתָּהYHWHיְהוָהhas spoken,דִּבֶּרsaying,לֵאמֹר“Within threeבְּשָׁלֹשׁyears,שָׁנִיםlike the yearsכִּשְׁנֵיof a hired worker,שָׂכִירthe gloryכְּבוֹדof Moabמוֹאָבwill be brought into contemptוְנִקְלָהwith allבְּכֹלthe greatהָרָבmultitude;הֶהָמוֹןand the remnantוּשְׁאָרwill besmall,מְעַטtiny,מִזְעָרnotלוֹאmighty.”כַבִּיר