| 1 ܫܕܪ ܠܒܪ ܫܠܝܛܐ ܕܐܪܥܐ ܡܢ ܟܐܦܐ ܕܡܕܒܪܐ ܠܛܘܪܐ ܕܒܪܬ ܨܗܝܘܢ | 1 Send the lamb to the ruler of the land, from Sela by the desert, to the mountain of the daughter of Zion, |
| 2 ܘܢܗܘܐ ܐܝܟ ܦܪܚܬܐ ܕܡܫܢܝܐ ܩܢܗ̇ ܘܒܢ̈ܬ ܡܘܐܒ ܫܒܝ̈ܩܬܐ ܢܗ̈ܘܝܢ ܒܡܥܒܪܬܐ ܕܐܪܢܘܢ | 2 for soon, like a fluttered bird, like nestlings cast out, wil be the women of Moab at the fords of theArnon. |
| 3 ܐܝܬܝ ܬܪܥܝܬܐ ܘܥܒܕܝ ܬܘܓܢܐ ܣܝܡܝ ܐܝܟ ܠܠܝܐ ܛܠܠܟܝ ܡܨܥܬ ܛܗܪܐ ܛܫܝ ܠܕܛܥ̇ܝܢ ܘܠܕܡܒܕܪܝܢ ܠܐ ܬܓܠܝܢ | 3 Hold a council, make a decision. At noon spread your shadow as if it were night. Hide those who havebeen driven out, do not betray the fugitive, |
| 4 ܢܥܡܪܘܢ ܒܟܝ ܡܒܕܪ̈ܐ ܕܡܘܐܒ ܗܘܝ ܠܗܘܢ ܣܬܪܐ ܡܢ ܩܕܡ ܒܙܘܙܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܓܡܪ ܕܚܝܚܐ ܘܣܦ ܒܙܘܙܐ ܘܓܡܪ ܕܝܘܫܐ ܡܢ ܐܪܥܐ | 4 let those who have been driven out of Moab come and live with you; be their refuge in the face of thedevastator. Once the oppression is past, and the devastation has stopped and those now trampling on thecountry have gone away, |
| 5 ܘܢܬܩܢ ܟܘܪܣܝܐ ܒܛܝܒܘܬܐ ܘܢܬܒ ܥܠܘܗܝ ܒܩܘܫܬܐ ܒܡܫܟܢܗ ܕܕܘܝܕ ܕܝ̇ܢܐ ܘܡܥܩܒ ܕܝ̣ܢܐ ܘܡܣܪܗܒ ܙܕܝܩܘܬܐ | 5 the throne wil be made secure in faithful love and on it wil sit in constancy within the tent of David, ajudge seeking fair judgement and pursuing uprightness. |
| 6 ܫܡܥܢ ܓܐܝܘܬܗ ܕܡܘܐܒ ܕܛܒ ܐܬܓܐܝ ܓܐܝܘܬܗ ܘܪܡܘܬܗ ܘܐܠܡܗ ܠܐ ܗܘܐ ܗܟܢܐ ܒܕܩܘ ܥܠܘܗܝ ܩܨܘ̈ܡܘܗܝ | 6 We have heard about Moab's pride, about how very proud it is, about its arrogance, its pride, its rage,its bravado, which wil come to nothing! |
| 7 ܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܢܝܠܠ ܡܘܐܒ ܘܥܠ ܡܘܐܒ ܟܠܗ ܢܝܠܠ ܥܠ ܐ̈ܫܝܬܐ ܕܫܘܪ̈ܐ ܕܡܬܗ̈ܓܡܢ ܬܢܗܡܘܢ ܐܝܟ ܟܪ̈ܝܗܐ | 7 And so Moab is wailing for Moab, wailing, every one of them. For the raisin cakes of Kir-Hareseth youmourn, stricken with grief. |
| 8 ܡܛܠ ܕܚ̈ܩܠܬܐ ܕܚܫܒܘܢ ܚܪܒ ܓܦܬܐ ܕܣܒܡܐ ܓܢܒܪ̈ܐ ܕܥܡ̈ܡܐ ܓܡܘ ܫܒ̈ܘܩܝܗ̇ ܘܥܕܡܐ ܠܝܥܙܝܪ ܡܛܘ ܘܛܥܘ ܒܡܕܒܪܐ ܥܢܩ̈ܝܗ̇ ܢܓܕܘ ܘܥܒܪܘ ܝܡܐ | 8 For Heshbon's vineyards are withering, the vine of Sibmah whose red grapes used to overcome theoverlords of the nations. It used to reach to Jazer, had wound its way into the desert, its shoots grew sonumerous they spread across the sea. |
| 9 ܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܐܒܟܝܟܝ ܒܒܟܬܐ ܕܝܥܙܝܪ ܓܦܬܐ̈ ܕܣܒܡܐ ܐܪܘܝܟܝ ܡܢ ܕܡܥܬܟܝ ܚܫܒܘܢ ܘܐܠܥܠܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܥܠ ܚܨܕܟܝ ܘܥܠ ܩܛܦܟܝ ܕܝܘܫܐ ܢܦܠ | 9 And so I weep, as Jazer weeps, for the vine of Sibmah. I water you with my tears, Heshbon andElealeh. For over your harvest and vintage the cheering has died away; |
| 10 ܘܬܥܒܪ ܚܕܘܬܐ ܘܕܝܨܐ ܡܢ ܟܪܡܠܐ ܘܒܟܪܡܠܐ ܠܐ ܢܚܕܘܢ ܘܠܐ ܢܥܨܪܘܢ ܚܡܪܐ ܒܡܥܨܪܬܐ ܘܠܐ ܢܕܘܫ ܕܝܘܫܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܠܕܝܘܫܐ ܐܒܛܠ | 10 joy and gladness have vanished from the orchards. No more revelry in the vineyards, no more happyshouting; no more the treader treads wine in the presses, the cheering has ceased. |
| 11 ܡܛܠ ܗܢܐ ܟܪܣܝ ܥܠ ܡܘܐܒ ܐܝܟ ܟܢܪܐ ܬܡܠܠ ܘܓܘܝ ܥܠ ܫܘܪܐ ܕܡܬܗܓܡ | 11 That is why my whole being quivers like harp strings for Moab, my very heart, for Kir-Heres. |
| 12 ܘܡܐ ܕܚܙܐ ܕܠܐܝ ܡܘܐܒ ܥܠ ܥ̈ܠܘܬܐ ܢܐܬܐ ܠܡܩܕܫܐ ܠܡܨܠܝܘ ܘܠܐ ܢܫܟܚ | 12 Moab will be seen, wearing itself out on the high places and going to its temple to pray, but it wilaccomplish nothing. |
| 13 ܗܢܐ ܦܬܓܡܐ ܡܠܠ ܡܪܝܐ ܥܠ ܡܘܐܒ ܡܢ ܗܝܕܝܢ | 13 Such was the word which Yahweh spoke about Moab in the past. |
| 14 ܘܗܫܐ ܡܠܠ ܡܪܝܐ ܘܐܡܪ ܒܬܠܬ ܫ̈ܢܝܢ ܐܝܟ ܫ̈ܢܝܐ ܕܐܓܝܪܐ ܢܨܛܥܪ ܐܝܩܪܗ ܕܡܘܐܒ ܥܠ ܣܘܓܐܐ ܕܥܡܗ ܘܢܫܬܚܪ ܩܠܝܠ ܙܥܘܪ ܘܠܐ ܣܓܝ | 14 And now Yahweh has spoken in these terms, 'Within three years, as a hired worker reckons them, the glory of Moab wil be humbled, despite its teeming population. It wil be reduced to nothing, an insignificantremnant.' |
