¹⁰ May his children wander about and beg;
    may they be driven out of^[a] the ruins they inhabit.

² Like fluttering birds,
    like scattered nestlings,
so are the daughters of Moab
    at the fords of the Arnon.^(A)

¹⁵ They roam about for food
    and growl if they do not get their fill.

³ Through want and hard hunger
    they gnaw the dry and desolate ground;
⁴ they pick mallow and the leaves of bushes
    and to warm themselves the roots of broom.
⁵ They are driven out from society;
    people shout after them as after a thief.
⁶ In the gullies of wadis they must live,
    in holes in the ground and in the rocks.
⁷ Among the bushes they bray;
    under the nettles they huddle together.
⁸ A senseless, disreputable brood,
    they have been whipped out of the land.

⁸ They are wet with the rain of the mountains
    and cling to the rock for want of shelter.^(A)