My heart flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling for me.

Like as birds flutter about their nests, so shall the LORD of Hosts keep, save, defend and deliver Jerusalem.

My hand has reached out, as if into a nest,
to seize the wealth of the nations.
Like one gathering abandoned eggs,
I gathered the whole earth.
No wing fluttered;
no beak opened or chirped.

Like fluttering birds, like an abandoned nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon River.