The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab -- It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab -- It hath been cut off.

Therefore howl doth Moab for Moab, all of it doth howl, For the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth it meditateth, Surely they are smitten.

Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.

And Elam hath borne a quiver, In a chariot of men -- horsemen, And Kir hath exposed a shield.

Even to old age I am He, and to grey hairs I carry, I made, and I bear, yea, I carry and deliver.