And my hand hath found as a nest the wealth of the peoples, And as the gathering of eggs that are forsaken, all the earth, have, I, gathered, - And there was none to flap a wing, or open a mouth or chirp.

Yet shall it be that - Like wandering birds from a nest cast forth, Shall be the daughters of Moab, at the fords of Amen.

There, shall, the arrow-snake, Make her nest and lay, And hatch and gather under her shadow, - Only, there, shall be gathered the falcons, every one with her mate.