Mourn for him, all who are around him, all who know his name. Say: ‘How the mighty scepter, the splendid rod, is broken!’
Adonai will extend your mighty rod from Zion: “Rule in the midst of your enemies.”
Oy to Assyria, the rod of My anger— the club in their hand is My indignation!
which struck the people in wrath with continual strokes, which ruled the nations in fury, with relentless persecution.
For the fields of Heshbon have withered, as well as the vine of Sibmah. Rulers of nations have trampled the choice clusters, that reached as far as Jazer and into the desert, its branches spread out and crossed to the sea.
For every stomping boot quaking and cloak rolled in blood will be for burning— fuel for the fire.
“‘How shattered it is!’ they wailed! ‘How Moab turned his back in shame!’ So Moab will become a laughingstock and a horror to all around him.”