Isaiah 16

¹ Send as by a stallion to the land from the crag, toward the wilderness, to the mount of the daughter of Zion. ² And it comes, as a flitting flyer being sent from the nest, so the daughters of Moab are becoming at the crossings of Arnon. ³ Bring counsel; make mediation. Set, as night, your shadow amidst noons; conceal those expelled. A flitter you must not expose. ⁴ Among you shall sojourn the expelled of Moab. Be a concealment for them from the face of the devastator. For He limits the squeezer; finished is the devastator. They come to an end of tramping from the land. ⁵ And prepared by kindness is a throne, and seated on it in truth, in the tent of David, is a judge. And he inquires for judgment, and swift is justice. ⁶ We hear of the pomp of Moab. Exceedingly proud is his pride, and his pomp and his rage. Wherefore his pretenses. ⁷ Wherefore, Moab shall howl for Moab. All of it shall howl. Over the raisins of the side wall of Haresheth are you soliloquizing. Yea, they are sore ⁸ over the plantations of Heshbon. Enfeebled is the vine of Sibmah. The swallowers of nations have hammered down its vines. They touched unto Jazer. They have strayed into the wilderness. Its runners are let go. They pass the sea. ⁹ Therefore, I will lament with the lamentation of Jazer, for the vine of Sibmah. I will soak you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh, for, on your summer and on your harvest, devastation falls. ¹⁰ And gathered is rejoicing and exultation from the crop land. And in the vineyards is no jubilating, and no shouting. Wine in the wine vats the treader is not treading. The whooping I cause to cease. ¹¹ Therefore my bowels are clamoring as a harp for Moab, and my inwards as a new lyre for the side wall. ¹² And it comes, in case it fears, that Moab is tired on the fane height, and it comes to its sanctuary to pray, yet shall not prevail. ¹³ This is the word which Yahweh spoke to Moab hitherto. ¹⁴ Yet now speaks Yahweh, saying, In three years, as the years of a hireling, then slighted is the glory of Moab, in all the vast throng, and the remnant is but a little bit, and not abundant.