Bemoan him, all you who are around him; And all you who know his name, Say, ‘How the strong staff is broken, The beautiful rod!’
For You have broken the yoke of his burden And the staff of his shoulder, The rod of his oppressor, As in the day of Midian.
“They shall wail: ‘How she is broken down! How Moab has turned her back with shame!’ So Moab shall be a derision And a dismay to all those about her.”
For the fields of Heshbon languish, And the vine of Sibmah; The lords of the nations have broken down its choice plants, Which have reached to Jazer And wandered through the wilderness. Her branches are stretched out, They are gone over the sea.
“Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger And the staff in whose hand is My indignation.
The Lord shall send the rod of Your strength out of Zion. Rule in the midst of Your enemies!
He who struck the people in wrath with a continual stroke, He who ruled the nations in anger, Is persecuted and no one hinders.