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For like fluttering birds,
    scattered from a nest,
so will the daughters of Moab be
    at the fords of Arnon.
‘Give counsel, execute justice.
Cast your shadow like night at noonday.
Hide the refugees,
    do not betray the fugitive.
Let My refugees stay with you.
Be for Moab a hiding place
    from the face of the destroyer.
For the extortion is at an end,
    devastation ceases,
    oppressors are gone from the land.

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