Let his children wander and beg and may they search in their ruins.
May it whirl on Joab’s head and on all his father’s house. May the house of Joab never be without someone with discharge or tza'arat, lame or one fallen by the sword or one who lacks food.”
Therefore, the tza'arat of Naaman will cling to you and to your offspring forever.” Then he went out from his presence with tza'arat as white as snow.
If his children increase— it is for the sword. His offspring will never have enough to eat.
His sons are far from safety, and crushed at the gate without a deliverer!
I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous one forsaken, nor his children begging for bread.
They return at evening, snarling like a dog, prowling about the city.
For like fluttering birds, scattered from a nest, so will the daughters of Moab be at the fords of Arnon.