for Ḥ
Your neck is like an ivory tower, Your eyes pools in Ḥ
Your head upon you is like Mount Karmel, And the hair of your head like purple; The sovereign is held captive by the ringlets.
“There is praise for Mo’aḇ
“Mo’aḇ
“Those who fled stood powerless under the shadow of Ḥ
And Yisra’ĕ
That is why those who speak in proverbs say, “Come to Ḥ
after he had smitten Siḥ
and their border was from Aroʽ
Ḥ
and their border was Yaʽ
‘While Yisra’ĕ
