All ye about him, bewail for him; and all ye knowing his name, say, How was the strong rod broken, the beautiful shoot!
The rod of thy strength will Jehovah send out of Zion: rule thou in the midst of thine enemies.
Wo to Assur the rod of mine anger, and that rod in their hand, my wrath.
Striking the peoples in wrath a blow not removed, bringing down the nations in anger; pursuing, not sparing.
For the fields of Heshbon languished, the vine of Sibmah: the lords of the nations struck its vine of purple grapes, they reached even to Jazer, they wandered to the desert: her sprouts were thrust out, they passed over the sea.
For the yoke of his burden and the rod of his shoulder, and the rod of him oppressing with it thou didst break in pieces the day of Midian.
How was it broken they wailed; how did Moab turn back the neck with shame and Moab was for derision and for terror to all round about him.