Like fluttering birds
    pushed from the nest,
so are the women of Moab
    at the fords of the Arnon.

‘Make up your mind,’ Moab says.
    ‘Render a decision.
Make your shadow like night –
    at high noon.
Hide the fugitives,
    do not betray the refugees.
Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you;
    be their shelter from the destroyer.’

The oppressor will come to an end,
    and destruction will cease;
    the aggressor will vanish from the land.

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