Let his sons always beg and be vagabonds, and seek food out of their ruins.
I have been young, and am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging bread.
For it shall be as a fleeing bird cast out of the nest, the daughters of Moab shall be at the fords of Arnon.
Let them wander up and down for food, and growl if they are not satisfied.
And the leprosy of Naaman shall cling to you and to your seed forever. And he went out from his presence as leprous as snow.
Let it whirl about the head of Joab, and on all his father's house. And let there not fail from the house of Joab one who has an issue, or who is a leper, or who leans on a staff, or who falls on the sword, or who lacks bread.
His children are far from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, nor is there any to deliver them.
If his sons are multiplied, the sword is for them; and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.