"ThereforeMy heartwailsfor Moablike flutes;My heartalso wailslike flutesfor the menof Kir-heres.Thereforethey have lostthe abundanceit produced.
Thus they destroyedthe cities;and eachonethrewa stoneon everypieceof goodlandand filledit. So they stoppedallthe springsof waterand felledallthe goodtrees,untilin Kir-hareseth[only] they leftits stones;however, the slingerswentabout[it] and struckit.
Richesdo not profitin the dayof wrath,But righteousnessdeliversfrom death.
A goodmanleavesan inheritanceto his children'schildren,And the wealthof the sinneris storedup for the righteous.
A richman'swealthis his strongcity,And like a highwallin his own imagination.
My heartcriesout for Moab;His fugitivesare as faras Zoar[and] Eglath-shelishiyah,For they goup the ascentof Luhithweeping;Surelyon the roadto Horonaimthey raisea cryof distressover [their] ruin.
Thereforethe abundance[which] they have acquiredand storedup They carryoff overthe brookof Arabim.
Thereforemy heartintoneslike a harpfor MoabAnd my inwardfeelingsfor Kir-hareseth.
Lookdownfrom heavenand seefrom Your holyand glorioushabitation;Whereare Your zealand Your mightydeeds?The stirringsof Your heartand Your compassionare restrainedtowardme.
"As a partridgethat hatcheseggswhich it has not laid,[So] is he who makesa fortune,but unjustly;In the midstof his daysit will forsakehim, And in the endhe will be a fool."
My soul,my soul!I am in anguish!Oh,my heart!My heartis poundingin me; I cannotbe silent,Becauseyou have heard,O my soul,The soundof the trumpet,The alarmof war.
"ThereforeI will wailfor Moab,Even for allMoabwill I cryout; I will moanfor the menof Kir-heres.
