Refugees seek shelter in Zion while Moab’s pride is measured for a fall timed to three years, exactly as a hired worker counts a contract.
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Lyrics
Send the lamb to the ruler of the land From Sela to the desert to the mount of the daughter of Zion For it shall be that as a wandering bird As a scattered nest
The daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon Are like confused birds The people of Moab will wail Over the raisins of Kir Hareseth
For the fields of Heshbon languish The vine of Sibmah The lords of the nations have broken down her choice branches Which reached even unto Jazer
Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer The vine of Sibmah I will water you with my tears O Heshbon and Elealeh
For a cry has gone around the borders of Moab Her wailing even unto Eglaim and her wailing even unto Beer Elim For the waters of Nimrim have become desolate
For Moab is weary on the high place He will come to his sanctuary to pray But he will not prevail I will bring judgment on Moab
So the LORD has spoken concerning Moab But now the LORD says within three years The glory of Moab will be made thin
With a very small remnant Not great The remnant of Moab will be very small and feeble Lamentation and sorrow will come upon them
The burden of Moab His pride will be brought low
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