Isaiah

¹ to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of the Daughter of Zion.

² pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.

³ render a decision. Make your shadow like night— at high noon. Hide the fugitives, do not betray the refugees.

⁴ be their shelter from the destroyer.” The oppressor will come to an end, and destruction will cease; the aggressor will vanish from the land.

⁵ in faithfulness a man will sit on it— one from the house of David— one who in judging seeks justice and speeds the cause of righteousness.

⁶ her overweening pride and conceit, her pride and her insolence— but her boasts are empty.

⁷ they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the men of Kir Hareseth.

⁸ the vines of Sibmah also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines, which once reached Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out and went as far as the sea.

⁹ for the vines of Sibmah. O Heshbon, O Elealeh, I drench you with tears! The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit and over your harvests have been stilled.

¹⁰ no one sings or shouts in the vineyards; no one treads out wine at the presses, for I have put an end to the shouting.

¹¹ my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.

¹² she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail.

¹³ This is the word the Lord has already spoken concerning Moab.

¹⁴ But now the Lord says: “Within three years, as a servant bound by contract would count them, Moab’s splendor and all her many people will be despised, and her survivors will be very few and feeble.”