| New International Version | NET Bible |
| 1Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of Daughter Zion. | 1Send rams as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela in the desert to the hill of Daughter Zion. |
| 2Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon. | 2At the fords of the Arnon the Moabite women are like a bird that flies about when forced from its nest. |
| 3"Make up your mind," Moab says. "Render a decision. Make your shadow like night-- at high noon. Hide the fugitives, do not betray the refugees. | 3"Bring a plan, make a decision! Provide some shade in the middle of the day! Hide the fugitives! Do not betray the one who tries to escape! |
| 4Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you; be their shelter from the destroyer." The oppressor will come to an end, and destruction will cease; the aggressor will vanish from the land. | 4Please let the Moabite fugitives live among you. Hide them from the destroyer!" Certainly the one who applies pressure will cease, the destroyer will come to an end, those who trample will disappear from the earth. |
| 5In love a throne will be established; 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. | 5Then a trustworthy king will be established; he will rule in a reliable manner, this one from David's family. He will be sure to make just decisions and will be experienced in executing justice. |
| 6We have heard of Moab's pride-- how great is her arrogance!-- of her conceit, her pride and her insolence; but her boasts are empty. | 6We have heard about Moab's pride, their great arrogance, their boasting, pride, and excess. But their boastful claims are empty! |
| 7Therefore the Moabites wail, they wail together for Moab. Lament and grieve for the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth. | 7So Moab wails over its demise--they all wail! Completely devastated, they moan about what has happened to the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth. |
| 8The fields of Heshbon wither, 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. | 8For the fields of Heshbon are dried up, as well as the vines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations trample all over its vines, which reach Jazer and spread to the desert; their shoots spread out and cross the sea. |
| 9So I weep, as Jazer weeps, for the vines of Sibmah. Heshbon and Elealeh, I drench you with tears! The shouts of joy over your ripened fruit and over your harvests have been stilled. | 9So I weep along with Jazer over the vines of Sibmah. I will saturate you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh, for the conquering invaders shout triumphantly over your fruit and crops. |
| 10Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards; 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. | 10Joy and happiness disappear from the orchards, and in the vineyards no one rejoices or shouts; no one treads out juice in the wine vats--I have brought the joyful shouts to an end. |
| 11My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth. | 11So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp, my inner being sighs for Kir Hareseth. |
| 12When Moab appears at her high place, she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail. | 12When the Moabites plead with all their might at their high places, and enter their temples to pray, their prayers will be ineffective! |
| 13This is the word the LORD has already spoken concerning Moab. | 13This is the message the LORD previously announced about Moab. |
| 14But 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." | 14Now the LORD makes this announcement: "Within exactly three years Moab's splendor will disappear, along with all her many people; there will be just a few, insignificant survivors left." |
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