My heart cries out for Moab. Her fugitives are as far as Zoar as a three year old heifer, for by the ascent of Luhith they go up with weeping, for on the way of Horonaim they raise a cry of distress.
For the vineyard of Adonai-Tzva’ot is the house of Israel, and the people of Judah the planting of His delight. He looked for justice, but behold, bloodshed, for righteousness, but behold, a cry!
Look, it is like a lion coming up from the thickets of the Jordan to a secure pasture—for abruptly I will make him run away from it. I appoint over it whomever I choose. For who is like Me? Who will summon me to court? What shepherd stands up to Me?”
I made the nations tremble at the sound of its fall, when I cast him down to Sheol with those who descend into the Pit. All the well-watered trees of Eden, the choice and best of Lebanon, were comforted in the lowest parts of the earth.
I will make many people appalled at you. Their kings will be totally aghast at you when I brandish My sword over you. They will shudder every moment, every man for his own life, on the day of your downfall.”