May his children wander about and beg; may they be driven out of the ruins they inhabit.
I have been young and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.
Like fluttering birds, like scattered nestlings, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.
They roam about for food and growl if they do not get their fill.
Therefore the skin disease of Naaman shall cling to you and to your descendants forever.” So he left his presence diseased, as white as snow.
May the bloodguilt fall on the head of Joab and on all his father’s house, and may the house of Joab never be without one who has a discharge, or who has a defiling skin disease, or who holds a spindle, or who falls by the sword, or who lacks food!”
Their children are far from safety, they are crushed in the gate, and there is no one to deliver them.
If their children are multiplied, it is for the sword, and their offspring have not enough to eat.