16 A Refugee (to the Moabites): Bring tender lambs to the ruler of the land.
    From Sela through the desert
        to the beautiful mountain called Zion, maybe they’ll let us in.
²     And indeed like birds whose homes were demolished,
        like baby birds torn from their nests,
    Moab’s daughters, scattered and fluttering, arrive at the fords,
        ready to cross the Arnon River.