All you who live around it, mourn for its people. Be sad, you who know how famous Moab is. Say, ‘Its powerful ruler’s scepter is broken! His glorious scepter is smashed.’
When they became angry, they struck down nations. Their blows never stopped. In their anger they brought nations under their control. They attacked them again and again.
The fields of Heshbon dry up. So do the vines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have walked all over its finest vines. Those vines once reached as far as Jazer. They spread out toward the desert. Their new growth went all the way to the Dead Sea.
You set Israel free from Midian long ago. In the same way, you will break the heavy yoke that weighs Israel down. You will break the wooden beams that are on their shoulders. You will break the rods of those who strike them down.
“How broken Moab is! How the people weep! They turn away from others because they are so ashamed. All those around them laugh at them. They are shocked at them.”