And left is the Daughter of Zion, Like a hut in a vineyard, - Like a lodge in a gourd-plot Like a city besieged.

The oracle on Arabia, - Among the shrubs in Arabia, must ye lodge, Ye caravans of Dedanites.

Who tarry among groves, And in the secret places, do lodge, Who eat the flesh of swine, And the broth of refuse things is in their vessels, -

The oracle on Moab: Because, in a night, was laid waste Ar of Moab - destroyed! Because, in a night, was laid waste Kir of Moab - destroyed,

The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying - out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?