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Do not rejoice, Philistia, any of thee, In that the rod of him that smote thee, is broken, - For, out of the root of the serpent, shall come forth, a viper, And his fruit be a fiery dragon that flieth.

Howl - O gate, Make outcry - O city, Dispersed art thou Philistia, all of thee, - For out of the north, a smoke cometh in, With no straggler in his ranks.

And Heshbon, hath made outcry, and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz, hath been heard their voice, - For this cause, do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man's soul, quivereth to him.

Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim - an outcry of destruction, they excite;

For, the waters of Nimrim, shall become desolation, - For grass, hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing, hath not sprung up!

For this cause, the savings they had made and that which they had stored, Over the torrent-bed of the willows, shall they bear them.

For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab, - As far as Eglaim, the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim, the howling thereof.

For the waters of Dimon, are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles, - To the escaped of Moab, the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.

Let mine own outcasts, sojourn with thee, O Moab, become thou a covert to them from the face of the spoiler, - For vanished is the oppressor, At an end is extortion, They who tread down have ceased out of the land.

Therefore shall, Moab, howl for, Moab, All that belong to her, shall wail, - For the ruins of Kir-hareseth, shall they moan out Utterly stricken!

For, the fields of Heshbon are withered - The vine of Sibmah, the owners of nations, have broken off ruddy branches, Unto Jazer, had they reached, They had spread abroad to the desert, - Her boughs, had stretched forth, had gone over to the sea.

For this cause, will I bewail, in the wailing of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I will drench thee with my tears, O Heshbon and Elealeh, - For, upon thy fruit-harvest, and upon thy grain-harvest, the battle-shout, hath fallen.

For this cause, mine inward parts - for Moab, like a lyre, shall make a plaintive sound, - Yea what is within me, for Kir-heres.

Forsaken, are the desolate cities, - For flocks, shall they serve, Which shall lie down and have none to make them afraid.

Because thou didst forget the God of thy salvation, And thy Rock of refuge, thou didst not remember, For this cause, shalt thou plant very pleasant plants, And, the slip of a stranger, shalt thou set:

For, thus, said Yahweh unto me, - I must be quiet I must look on in my fixed place of abode, - Like a bright heat on the light, Like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

For before harvest, when the bud is perfect, And, the blossom, becometh a ripening grape, Then will one cut down the twigs with pruning-hooks, And the tendrils, will he remove and cast down:

And it shall become a sign and a witness unto Yahweh of hosts in the land of Egypt, - For they will make outcry unto Yahweh, because of oppressors, That he would send them a saviour - and a great one Then will he deliver them.

Thus shall they be confounded and turn pale, - For Ethiopia, their expectation, and For Egypt their boast;

And the inhabitant of this shore, shall exclaim, in that day, Lo! such, is our expectation, whereunto we fled for help, that we might be delivered from the presence of the king of Assyria! How then shall, we, escape?