Moab has been resting from its youth, suspended above its dregs, Never poured from flask to flask, never driven into exile. Thus it retained its flavor, its bouquet is not lost.
Therefore the Lord will give them up, until the time when she who is to give birth has borne, Then the rest of his kindred shall return to the children of Israel.
At that time, I will search Jerusalem with lamps, I will punish the people who settle like dregs in wine, Who say in their hearts, “The Lord will not do good, nor will he do harm.”