Concerning Moab.לְמוֹאָבThusכֹּהsaysאָמַרYHWHיְהוָהTsevaot,צְבָאוֹתElohimאֱלֹהֵיof Israel:יִשְׂרָאֵלWoeהוֹיto Nebo,אֶל נְבוֹforכִּיit has been devastated!שֻׁדָּדָהKiriathaimקִרְיָתָיִםis put to shame,הֹבִישָׁהit is captured;נִלְכְּדָהthe high refugeהַמִּשְׂגָּבis put to shameהֹבִישָׁהand dismayed.וָחָתָּה
There is noאֵיןmoreעוֹדpraiseתְּהִלַּתfor Moab;מוֹאָבin Heshbonבְּחֶשְׁבּוֹןthey have plannedחָשְׁבוּevilרָעָהagainst her:עָלֶיהָ“Come,לְכוּand let us cut her offוְנַכְרִיתֶנָּהfrom being a nation.”מִגּוֹיYou too,גַּםMadmen,מַדְמֵןwill be silenced;תִּדֹּמִּיthe swordחָרֶבwill goתֵּלֶךְafter you.אַחֲרַיִךְ
A soundקוֹלof cryingצְעָקָהfrom Horonaim:מֵחֹרוֹנָיִםdevastationשֹׁדand greatוָ גָּדוֹלbreaking!שֶׁבֶר
Moabמוֹאָבis broken;נִשְׁבְּרָהher little onesצְעִירֶיהָhave raisedהִשְׁמִיעוּa cry.זְּעָקָה
Forכִּיthe ascentמַעֲלֵהof Luhith,הַלּוּחִיתwith weepingבִּבְכִיthey go up it,יַעֲלֶהweeping;בֶּכִיforכִּיon the descentבְּמוֹרַדof Horonaimחוֹרֹנַיִםthey have heardשָׁמֵעוּthe distressצָרֵיof the cryצַעֲקַתof breaking.שֶׁבֶר
Flee!נֻסוּSaveמַלְּטוּyour lives,נַפְשְׁכֶםand beוְתִהְיֶינָהlike a shrubכַּעֲרוֹעֵרin the wilderness!בַּמִּדְבָּר
Forכִּיbecauseיַעַןyou trustedבִּטְחֵךְin your worksבְּמַעֲשַׂיִךְand in your treasures,וּבְאוֹצְרוֹתַיִךְyou tooגַּם אַתְּwill be captured;תִּלָּכֵדִיand Chemoshוְ כְמוֹשׁwill go outיָצָאinto exile,בַּגּוֹלָהhis priestsכֹּהֲנָיוand his princesוְשָׂרָיוtogether.יַחְדָּיו
And the devastatorוְ שֹׁדֵדwill comeיָבֹאto everyאֶל כָּלcity,עִירand noוְ לֹאcityעִירwill escape;תִמָּלֵטand the valleyוְ הָעֵמֶקwill perish,אָבַדand the plainוְ הַמִּישֹׁרwill be destroyed,נִשְׁמַדasאֲשֶׁרYHWHיְהוָהhas said.אָמַר
Giveתְּנוּwingsצִיץto Moab,לְמוֹאָבforכִּיflyingנָצֹאshe will go out;תֵּצֵאand her citiesוְעָרֶיהָwill becomeתִהְיֶינָהa horror,לְשַׁמָּהwith no oneמֵאֵיןdwellingיוֹשֵׁבin them.בָּהֵן
Cursed isאָרוּרthe one who doesעֹשֶׂהthe workמְלֶאכֶתof YHWHיְהוָהnegligently,רְמִיָּהand cursed isוְאָרוּרthe one who holds backמֹנֵעַhis swordחַרְבּוֹfrom blood.מִדָּם
Moabמוֹאָבhas been at easeשַׁאֲנַןfrom his youth,מִנְּעוּרָיוand heוְ הוּאhas rested quietlyשֹׁקֵטon his lees,אֶל שְׁמָרָיוand he has notוְלֹאbeen emptiedהוּרַקfrom vesselמִכְּלִיto vessel,אֶל כֶּלִיand into exileוּבַגּוֹלָהhe has notלֹאgone;הָלָךְthereforeעַל כֵּןhis tasteטַעְמוֹhas remainedעָמַדin him,בּוֹand his scentוְרֵיחוֹhas notלֹאchanged.נָמָר
Therefore,לָכֵןlook,הִנֵּהdaysיָמִיםare coming,בָּאִיםdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH,יְהוָהwhen I will sendוְשִׁלַּחְתִּיto himלוֹpourers,צֹעִיםand they will pour him off,וְצֵעֻהוּand his vesselsוְכֵלָיוthey will empty,יָרִיקוּand their jarsוְנִבְלֵיהֶםthey will smash.יְנַפֵּצוּ
And Moabוּ מוֹאָבwill be ashamedבֹשׁof Chemosh,מִכְּמוֹשׁasכַּאֲשֶׁרthe houseבֵּיתof Israelיִשְׂרָאֵלwas ashamedבֹּשׁוּof Bethel,מִבֵּית אֵלtheir confidence.מִבְטֶחָם
Howאֵיךְcan you say,תֹּאמְרוּ“We areאֲנָחְנוּmighty men,גִּבּוֹרִיםand menוְאַנְשֵׁיof strengthחַיִלfor battle”?לַמִּלְחָמָה
Moabמוֹאָבis devastated,שֻׁדַּדand one has gone upוְ עָלָהagainst her cities,עָרֶיהָand the choiceוּמִבְחַרof his young menבַּחוּרָיוhave gone downיָרְדוּto the slaughter,לַטָּבַחdeclaresנְאֻםthe King,הַמֶּלֶךְYHWHיְהוָהTsevaotצְבָאוֹתis his name.שְׁמוֹ
The calamityאֵידof Moabמוֹאָבis nearקָרוֹבto come,לָבוֹאand his evilוְרָעָתוֹhastensמִהֲרָהgreatly.מְאֹד
Grieveנֻדוּfor him,לוֹallכָּלwho are around him,סְבִיבָיוand allוְכֹלwho knowיֹדְעֵיhis name;שְׁמוֹsay,אִמְרוּ“Howאֵיכָהthe scepterמַטֵּהof strengthעֹזis broken,נִשְׁבַּרthe staffמַקֵּלof splendor!”תִּפְאָרָה
Come downרְדִיfrom gloryמִכָּבוֹדand sitוּשְׁבִיin thirst,בַצָּמָאyou who dwell,יֹשֶׁבֶתdaughterבַּתof Dibon;דִּיבוֹןforכִּיthe devastatorשֹׁדֵדof Moabמוֹאָבhas come upעָלָהagainst you;בָךְhe has destroyedשִׁחֵתyour strongholds.מִבְצָרָיִךְ
By the roadאֶל דֶּרֶךְstandעִמְדִיand watch,וְצַפִּיyou who dwellיוֹשֶׁבֶתin Aroer;עֲרוֹעֵרaskשַׁאֲלִיthe man who fleesנָסand the woman who escapes,וְנִמְלָטָהsay,אִמְרִי“Whatמַהhas happened?”נִּהְיָתָה
Moabמוֹאָבis put to shame,הֹבִישׁforכִּיit is dismayed;חַתָּהwailהֵילִילוּand cry out!וּזְעָקוּDeclareהַגִּידוּin the ArnonבְאַרְנוֹןthatכִּיMoabמוֹאָבis devastated.שֻׁדַּד
And judgmentוּמִשְׁפָּטhas comeבָּאupon the landאֶל אֶרֶץof the plain,הַמִּישֹׁרupon Holonאֶל חֹלוֹןand upon Jahzahוְאֶל יַהְצָהand upon Mephaath,וְעַל מֵיפָעַת
and upon Dibonוְעַל דִּיבוֹןand upon Neboוְעַל נְבוֹand upon Beth-diblathaim,וְעַל בֵּית דִּבְלָתָיִם
and upon Kiriathaimוְעַל קִרְיָתַיִםand upon Beth-gamulוְעַל בֵּית גָּמוּלand upon Beth-meon,וְעַל בֵּית מְעוֹן
and upon Keriothוְעַל קְרִיּוֹתand upon Bozrah,וְעַל בָּצְרָהand upon allוְעַל כָּלthe citiesעָרֵיof the landאֶרֶץof Moab,מוֹאָבthose farהָרְחֹקוֹתand those near.וְהַקְּרֹבוֹת
The hornקֶרֶןof Moabמוֹאָבhas been cut off,נִגְדְּעָהand his armוּזְרֹעוֹis broken,נִשְׁבָּרָהdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH.יְהוָה
Make him drunk,הַשְׁכִּירֻהוּforכִּיagainst YHWHעַל יְהוָהhe has made himself great;הִגְדִּילand Moabוְ מוֹאָבwill splashסָפַקin his vomit,בְּקִיאוֹand he tooוְ גַּם הוּאwill becomeהָיָהa laughingstock.לִשְׂחֹק
And wasוְאִם הָיָהnotלוֹאIsraelיִשְׂרָאֵלthe laughingstockהַשְּׂחֹקfor you?לְךָWas he foundאִם נִמְצָאamong thieves,בְּגַנָּבִיםthat wheneverכִּי מִדֵּיyou speak of himדְבָרֶיךָ בּוֹyou shake your head?תִּתְנוֹדָד
Leaveעִזְבוּthe citiesעָרִיםand dwellוְשִׁכְנוּin the rock,בַּסֶּלַעinhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof Moab!מוֹאָבAnd beוִהְיוּlike the doveכְיוֹנָהthat nestsתְּקַנֵּןon the sidesבְּעֶבְרֵיof the mouthפִיof the pit.פָחַת
We have heardשָׁמַעְנוּof the prideגְאוֹןof Moab,מוֹאָבveryמְאֹדproud,גֵּאֶהhis loftinessגָּבְהוֹand his prideוּגְאוֹנוֹand his arroganceוְגַאֲוָתוֹand the haughtinessוְרֻםof his heart.לִבּוֹ
Iאֲנִיknow,יָדַעְתִּיdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH,יְהוָהhis wrath,עֶבְרָתוֹand it is notוְלֹאso;כֵןhis boastsבַּדָּיוhave notלֹאdoneעָשׂוּso.כֵן
Thereforeעַל כֵּןover Moabעַל מוֹאָבI will wail,אֲיֵלִילand for Moab,וּלְמוֹאָבall of it,כֻּלֹּהI will cry out;אֶזְעָקfor the menאֶל אַנְשֵׁיof Kir-heresקִיר חֶרֶשׂone moans.יֶהְגֶּה
More than the weepingמִבְּכִיof JazerיַעְזֵרI will weepאֶבְכֶּהfor you,לָּךְvineהַגֶּפֶןof Sibmah!שִׂבְמָהYour shootsנְטִישֹׁתַיִךְcrossed overעָבְרוּthe sea,יָםtoעַדthe seaיָםof Jazerיַעְזֵרthey reached;נָגָעוּupon your summer fruitעַל קֵיצֵךְand upon your vintageוְעַל בְּצִירֵךְthe devastatorשֹׁדֵדhas fallen.נָפָל
And joyוְ שִׂמְחָהand gladnessוָגִילare gathered awayנֶאֶסְפָהfrom the orchardמִכַּרְמֶלand from the landוּמֵאֶרֶץof Moab;מוֹאָבand wineוְיַיִןfrom the pressesמִיקָבִיםI have made cease;הִשְׁבַּתִּיno oneלֹאtreadsיִדְרֹךְwith the shout;הֵידָדthe shoutהֵידָדis noלֹאshout.הֵידָד
From the outcryמִזַּעֲקַתof Heshbonחֶשְׁבּוֹןto Elealeh,עַד אֶלְעָלֵהto Jahazעַד יַהַץthey have raisedנָתְנוּtheir voice,קוֹלָםfrom Zoarמִצֹּעַרto Horonaim,עַד חֹרֹנַיִםEglath-shelishiyah;עֶגְלַת שְׁלִשִׁיָּהforכִּיevenגַּםthe watersמֵיof Nimrimנִמְרִיםwill beיִהְיוּdesolations.לִמְשַׁמּוֹת
And I will make ceaseוְהִשְׁבַּתִּיin Moab,לְמוֹאָבdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH,יְהוָהthe one who offersמַעֲלֶהon a high placeבָמָהand the one who offers up smokeוּמַקְטִירto his gods.לֵאלֹהָיו
Thereforeעַל כֵּןmy heartלִבִּיmoansיֶהֱמֶהfor Moabלְמוֹאָבlike flutes,כַּחֲלִלִיםand my heartוְלִבִּיfor the menאֶל אַנְשֵׁיof Kir-heresקִיר חֶרֶשׂmoansיֶהֱמֶהlike flutes;כַּחֲלִילִיםthereforeעַל כֵּןthe surplusיִתְרַתhe had madeעָשָׂהhas perished.אָבָדוּ
Forכִּיeveryכָלheadרֹאשׁis baldness,קָרְחָהand everyוְכָלbeardזָקָןshaved off;גְּרֻעָהon allעַל כָּלhandsיָדַיִםgashes,גְּדֻדֹתand on the loinsוְעַל מָתְנַיִםsackcloth.שָׂק
On allעַל כָּלthe rooftopsגַּגּוֹתof Moabמוֹאָבand in its squaresוּבִרְחֹבֹתֶיהָall of itכֻּלֹּהis lamentation;מִסְפֵּדforכִּיI have brokenשָׁבַרְתִּיMoabמוֹאָבlike a vesselכִּכְלִיin whichבּוֹthere is noאֵיןpleasure,חֵפֶץdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH.יְהוָה
Howאֵיךְit is dismayed!חַתָּהWail!הֵילִילוּHowאֵיךְMoabמוֹאָבhas turnedהִפְנָהhis backעֹרֶףin shame!בּוֹשׁAnd Moabוְ מוֹאָבwill becomeהָיָהa laughingstockלִשְׂחֹקand a terrorוְלִמְחִתָּהto allלְכָלwho are around him.סְבִיבָיו
ForכִּיthusכֹהsaysאָמַרYHWH:יְהוָהLook,הִנֵּהlike the eagleכַנֶּשֶׁרhe will swoopיִדְאֶהand spreadוּפָרַשׂhis wingsכְּנָפָיוover Moab.אֶל מוֹאָב
The townsהַקְּרִיּוֹתare captured,נִלְכְּדָהand the strongholdsוְהַמְּצָדוֹתare seized;נִתְפָּשָׂהand the heartוְ לֵבof the mighty menגִּבּוֹרֵיof Moabמוֹאָבwill beהָיָהin that dayבַּיּוֹם הַהוּאlike the heartכְּלֵבof a womanאִשָּׁהin distress.מְצֵרָה
And Moabוְ מוֹאָבwill be destroyedנִשְׁמַדfrom being a people,מֵעָםforכִּיagainst YHWHעַל יְהוָהhe has made himself great.הִגְדִּיל
Terrorפַּחַדand pitוָפַחַתand snareוָפָחare upon you,עָלֶיךָinhabitantיוֹשֵׁבof Moab,מוֹאָבdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH.יְהוָה
The one who fleesהַנָּסfrom beforeמִפְּנֵיthe terrorהַפַּחַדwill fallיִפֹּלinto the pit,אֶל הַפַּחַתand the one who climbs upוְהָעֹלֶהout of the pitמִן הַפַּחַתwill be caughtיִלָּכֵדin the snare;בַּפָּחforכִּיI will bringאָבִיאupon her,אֵלֶיהָupon Moab,אֶל מוֹאָבthe yearשְׁנַתof their punishment,פְּקֻדָּתָםdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH.יְהוָה
In the shadowבְּצֵלof Heshbonחֶשְׁבּוֹןthe fugitivesנָסִיםstoodעָמְדוּwithout strength;מִכֹּחַforכִּיfireאֵשׁwent outיָצָאfrom Heshbon,מֵחֶשְׁבּוֹןand a flameוְלֶהָבָהfrom the midstמִבֵּיןof Sihon,סִיחוֹןand it consumedוַתֹּאכַלthe templeפְּאַתof Moabמוֹאָבand the crownוְקָדְקֹדof the sonsבְּנֵיof tumult.שָׁאוֹן
Woeאוֹיto you,לְךָMoab!מוֹאָבThe peopleעַםof Chemoshכְּמוֹשׁhas perished,אָבַדforכִּיyour sonsבָנֶיךָhave been takenלֻקְּחוּinto captivity,בַּשֶּׁבִיand your daughtersוּבְנֹתֶיךָinto captivity.בַּשִּׁבְיָה
But I will bring backוְשַׁבְתִּיthe captivityשְׁבוּתof Moabמוֹאָבin the latterבְּאַחֲרִיתdays,הַיָּמִיםdeclaresנְאֻםYHWH.יְהוָהThus farעַד הֵנָּהthe judgmentמִשְׁפַּטof Moab.מוֹאָב