¹Landets Herrer sender en Gave fra Sela gennem Ørknen til Zions Datters Bjerg.

¹Send ye a lamb [to] the ruler of the land, From Selah in the wilderness, Unto the mount of the daughter of Zion.

²Og ret som flagrende Fugle, som en opskræmt Rede er Moabs Døtre ved Arnons Vadesteder.

²And it hath come to pass, As a wandering bird, a nest cast out, Are daughters of Moab, [at] fords of Arnon.

³"Kom med et Råd, gør Ende derpå, lad din Skygge blive som Natten ved højlys Dag, skjul de bortdrevne, røb ej de flyende!

³Bring ye in counsel, do judgment, Make as night thy shadow in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, the wanderer reveal not.

⁴Giv Moabs bortdrevne Tilhold hos dig, vær dem et Skjul for den, som hærger! Er først Voldsmanden borte, Ødelæggelsen omme, Undertrykkeren ude af Landet.

⁴Sojourn in thee do My outcasts, O Moab, Be a secret hiding-place to them, From the face of a destroyer, For ceased hath the extortioner, Finished hath been a destroyer, Consumed the treaders down out of the land.

⁵skal en Trone rejses med Mildhed, og på den skal sidde en Dommer med Trofasthed i Davids Telt, ivrig for Ret og øvet i Retfærd."

⁵And established in kindness is the throne, And [one] hath sat on it in truth, in the tent of David, Judging and seeking judgment, and hasting righteousness.

⁶"Vi har hørt om Moabs Hovmod, det såre store, dets Overmod, Hovmod og Frækhed, dets tomme Snak."

⁶We have heard of the pride of Moab — very proud, His pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath, Not right [are] his devices.

⁷Derfor jamrer Moab over Moab, alle jamrer; Kir-Haresets Rosinkager sukker de sønderknust over.

⁷Therefore howl doth Moab for Moab, all of it doth howl, For the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth it meditateth, Surely they are smitten.

⁸Thi visne er Hesjbons Marker, Sibmas Vinstok, hvis Druer slog Folkenes Herrer til Jorden; den nåede Ja'zer, famled gennem Ørkenen, dens Ranker bredte sig, overskred Havet.

⁸Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah, Lords of nations did beat her choice vines, Unto Jazer they have come, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have spread themselves, They have passed over a sea.

⁹Derfor græder jeg Ja'zers Gråd over Sibmas Vinstok, væder med min Tåre Hesjbon, og El'ale; thi et Vinperserråb slog ned på,din Frugt og din Høst,

⁹Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water thee [with] my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For — for thy summer fruits, and for thy harvest, The shouting hath fallen.

¹⁰fra Frugthaver svandt både Glæde og Jubel; i Vingårde jubles der ikke, der lyder ej Råb, i Karrene trampes ej Vin, Vinperserråbet er tystnet.

¹⁰And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.

¹¹Derfor bæver mit Indre som Citren for Moab, mit Hjerte for Kir-Heres.

¹¹Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.

¹²Og når Moab viser sig på Offerhøjen, når det gør sig Møje og kommer til sin Helligdom for at bede, udretter det intet.

¹²And it hath come to pass, when it hath been seen, That weary hath been Moab on the high place, And he hath come unto his sanctuary to pray, And is not able.

¹³Det er Ordet, HERREN fordum talede til Moab.

¹³This [is] the word that Jehovah hath spoken unto Moab from that time,

¹⁴Men nu siger HERREN: Om tre År, som Daglejeren regner Året, skal Moabs Herlighed vanæres med al den store larmende Hob. Resten bliver lille, ringe og afmægtig.

¹⁴And now hath Jehovah spoken, saying, `In three years, as years of an hireling, Lightly esteemed is the honour of Moab, With all the great multitude, And the remnant [is] little, small, not mighty!`