Unto her come do shepherds and their droves, They have stricken tents by her round about, They have fed each in his own station.

Declare ye him drunk, For against Jehovah he made himself great And Moab hath stricken in his vomit, And he hath been for a derision -- even he.

Looking for peace -- and there is no good, For a time of healing, and lo, terror.

Hast Thou utterly rejected Judah? Zion hath Thy soul loathed? Wherefore hast Thou smitten us, And there is no healing to us? Looking for peace, and there is no good, And for a time of healing, and lo, terror.

Be not Thou to me for a terror, My hope art Thou in a day of evil.

How hath it been broken down! they have howled, How hath Moab turned the neck ashamed, And Moab hath been for a derision. And for a terror to all round about her.