¹Tumirai mubati wenyika makwayana, abve Sera aende kurenje, kugomo romukunda weZiyoni.

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

²nekuti seshiri dzinodzungaira, sedendere rakaparadzirwa, ndizvo zvichaita vakunda vaMoabhi pamazambuko aArinoni.

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

³Itai mano, ruramisira; mumvuri wako uuite sousiku pakati pamasikati makuru; vanza vadzingwa, usapandukira anotiza.

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

⁴Vanhu vangu vakadzingwa ngavagare newe; kana ari Moabhi, uve kwaari paangavanda pamberi pomuparadzi; nekuti mutambudzi haachipo, kuparadza kwapera, vamanikidzi vabva panyika.

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.

⁵Chigaro choushe chichamiswa netsitsi; mumwe uchagara pamusoro pacho nechokwadi, mutende raDhavhidhi, achitonga, achitsvaka kururamisira vanhu, achikurumidza kuita zvakarurama.

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.

⁶Takanzwa zvokuzvikudza kwaMoabhi, kuti unozvikudza kwazvo; zvamanyawi ake, nokuzvikudza kwake, nehasha dzake; asi kuzvirumbidza kwake hakuna maturo.

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

⁷Saka Moabhi achachema Moabhi, mumwe nomumwe achachema; muchachemera mapundu amazambiringa eKirihareseti, mamanikidzwa kwazvo.

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

⁸nekuti minda yeHeshibhoni yaoma, nomuzambiringa weSibhima; madzishe amarudzi avhuna matavi awo akanaka, akanga achisvikira Jazeri, akanga atandira kurenje; matavi awo akanga atandavara, ayambukira gungwa.

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.

⁹Saka ndichachema nokuchema kwaJazeri ndichichemera muzambiringa weSibhima; ndichakudiridza iwe Heshibhoni neEreare nemisodzi yangu; nekuti mhere yokurwa yawira pamusoro pezvibereko zvako zvezhizha napamusoro pokukohwa kwako.

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.

¹⁰Mufaro wabviswa, nokufara pamunda waibereka zvakanaka; paminda yemizambiringa hapachazovi nokuimba kana inzwi romufaro; hapachazovi musviniri anosvinira mazambiringa pazvisviniro, ndagumisa kupururudza.

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.

¹¹Naizvozvo moyo wangu unorira sembira pamusoro paMoabhi, nedumbu rangu pamusoro peKiriheresi.

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

¹²Zvino kana Moabhi achizviratidza pamberi paJehovha, kana achizvinetsa padunhu rakakwirira, nokupinda panzvimbo yake tsvene kuzonyengetera, haangatongobatsirwi chinhu.

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.

¹³Ndirori shoko rakataurwa naJehovha pamusoro paMoabhi panguva yakare.

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

¹⁴Asi zvino Jehovha akataura achiti, Makore matatu asati apfuura, samakore omunhu anobatira mubayiro, kukudzwa kwaMoabhi kuchazvidzwa, pamwechete navanhu vake vazhinji; vakasara vachava vashoma kwazvo, vasina simba.

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!`