Isaiah 16

¹Send them forth, hugging the earth like reptiles,[#: the Hebrew text is disturbed; it could also be understood to refer to tribute (a lamb) sent from Moab to Zion, presumably to encourage the king to receive the Moabite refugees.]

from Sela across the desert,

to the mount of daughter Zion.

²Like flushed birds,

like scattered nestlings,

Are the daughters of Moab

at the fords of the Arnon.

³Offer counsel, take their part;[#Directed to Jerusalem, which should receive the suffering Moabites with mercy, as befits the city of David’s family, who were partly descended from Ruth the Moabite; and cf. 1 Sm 22:3–4. This would be a gracious act on Judah’s part, since its relations with Moab were strained at best.]

at high noon make your shade like the night;

Hide the outcasts,

do not betray the fugitives.

⁴Let the outcasts of Moab live with you,

be their shelter from the destroyer.

When there is an end to the oppressor,

when destruction has ceased,

and the marauders have vanished from the land,

⁵A throne shall be set up in mercy,

and on it shall sit in fidelity,

in David’s tent,

A judge upholding right,

prompt to do justice.

⁶We have heard of the pride of Moab,

how very proud he is,

Of his haughtiness, pride, and arrogance

that his empty words do not match.

⁷Therefore let Moab wail,[#Moab had been prosperous; now it has become a desert.]

let everyone wail for Moab;

For the raisin cakes of Kir-hareseth

let them sigh, stricken with grief.

⁸The terraced slopes of Heshbon languish,

the vines of Sibmah,

Whose clusters once overpowered

the lords of nations,

Reaching as far as Jazer

winding through the wilderness,

Whose branches spread forth,

crossing over the sea.

⁹Therefore I weep with Jazer

for the vines of Sibmah;

I drench you with my tears,

Heshbon and Elealeh;

For on your summer fruits and harvests

the battle cry has fallen.

¹⁰From the orchards are taken away

joy and gladness,

In the vineyards there is no singing,

no shout of joy;

In the wine presses no one treads grapes,

the vintage shout is stilled.

¹¹Therefore for Moab

my heart moans like a lyre,

my inmost being for Kir-hareseth.

¹²When Moab wears himself out on the high places,[#In vain do the Moabites appeal to their god Chemosh.]

and enters his sanctuary to pray,

it shall avail him nothing.

¹³That is the word the Lord spoke against Moab in times past.[#A prose application of the preceding poetic oracle against Moab (15:1–16:12); cf. Jer 4:8. : the fixed period of time for which the hired laborer contracted his services; cf. Is 21:16.]

¹⁴But now the Lord speaks: In three years, like the years of a hired laborer, the glory of Moab shall be empty despite all its great multitude; and the remnant shall be very small and weak.[#Dt 15:18.]