¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(A) like a harp,^(B)
    my inmost being^(C) for Kir Hareseth.

¹⁶ I heard and my heart pounded,
    my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
    and my legs trembled.^(A)
Yet I will wait patiently^(B) for the day of calamity
    to come on the nation invading us.