And let his children always wander and beg, And seek food out of their ruins.
“Let it rest on the head of Yo’aḇ
“So let the leprosy of Naʽ
If his children are increased, it is for the sword; and his offspring shall not have enough to eat.
His sons are far from safety, they are crushed in the gate, with no one to deliver.
I have been young, and now I am old; Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, Or his seed begging bread.
They wander up and down for food, And whine if they are not satisfied.
And it shall be, like a wandering bird, a nest thrown out, so are the daughters of Mo’aḇ