Mourn for him, all you surrounding nations, everyone who knows his name. Say,“ How the mighty scepter is shattered, the glorious staff!”

凡在他四围的和认识他名的，你们都要为他悲伤，说：‘那结实的杖和那美好的棍，何竟折断了呢？’

凡在它四围的和认识它名的，都要为它悲伤，说：那结实的杖和美好的棍，竟然折断了！

凡在它四围的和认识它名的，都要为它悲伤，说：那结实的杖和美好的棍，竟然折断了！

她的近邻和知道她名望的人啊，你们都要为她哀悼，‘那强大、辉煌的权势竟然崩溃了！’

所有在它四围的，所有认识它名的，你们都要为它哀悼，说：‘那有能力的权杖、华美的杖竟然折断了！’

凡在她四圍的和認識她名的，你們都要為她悲傷，說：那結實的杖和那美好的棍，何竟折斷了呢？

凡在它四圍的和認識它名的，都要為它悲傷，說：那結實的杖和美好的棍，竟然折斷了！

凡在它四圍的和認識它名的，都要為它悲傷，說：那結實的杖和美好的棍，竟然折斷了！

她的近鄰和知道她名望的人啊，你們都要為她哀悼，『那強大、輝煌的權勢竟然崩潰了！』

所有在它四圍的，所有認識它名的，你們都要為它哀悼，說：‘那有能力的權杖、華美的杖竟然折斷了！’

所有在他四圍的、和所有認識他名的人哪，你們都要為他悲傷，說：「怎麼啦！那有能力的權柄之杖、那華美的指揮棍怎麼竟折斷啊！」

在其四周、及凡識其名者、宜哀悼之、曰、強杖美梃、奚斷折乎、

四周之邑、與彼相識者、哭之曰、彼強且美、其杖已折。

凡其四周者、可為之嗟嘆、識其名者、可言曰、強盛之權柄、若榮茂之枝、哀哉已折、

Mourn for her, all who live around her, all who know her fame; say,‘ How broken is the mighty scepter, how broken the glorious staff!’

All you who live around it, mourn for its people. Be sad, you who know how famous Moab is. Say,‘ Its powerful ruler’s scepter is broken! His glorious scepter is smashed.’

Grieve for him, all you who are around him, and all who know his name; say,‘ How the mighty scepter is broken, the glorious staff.’

You friends of Moab, weep for him and cry! See how the strong scepter is broken, how the beautiful staff is shattered!

Mourn for him, all you who live around him, And all of you who know his name; Say,‘ How the mighty scepter has been broken, A staff of splendor!’

Bemoan him, all you who are around him; And all you who know his name, Say,‘ How the strong staff is broken, The beautiful rod!’

All ye that are round about him, bemoan him, and all ye that know his name; say, How is the strong staff broken, the beautiful rod!

Mourn for him, all you surrounding nations, everyone who knows his name. Say: How the mighty scepter is shattered, the glorious staff!

All ye that are about him, bemoan him; and all ye that know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken,[ and] the beautiful rod!

Mourn for that nation, all you nations living around it, all of you nations that know of its fame. Mourn and say,‘ Alas, its powerful influence has been broken! Its glory and power have been done away!’

All you who are around him, bemoan him, and all you who know his name; say,‘ How the strong staff is broken, the beautiful rod!’

For you have shattered their oppressive yoke and the rod on their shoulders, the staff of their oppressor, just as you did on the day of Midian.

Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger— the staff in their hands is my wrath.

For Heshbon’s terraced vineyards and the grapevines of Sibmah have withered. The rulers of the nations have trampled its choice vines that reached as far as Jazer and spread to the desert. Their shoots spread out and reached the sea.

Next I took my staff called Favor and cut it in two, annulling the covenant I had made with all the peoples.It was annulled on that day, and so the oppressed of the flock who were watching me knew that it was the word of the LORD.Then I said to them,“ If it seems right to you, give me my wages; but if not, keep them.” So they weighed my wages, thirty pieces of silver.“ Throw it to the potter,” the LORD said to me— this magnificent price I was valued by them. So I took the thirty pieces of silver and threw it into the house of the LORD, to the potter.Then I cut in two my second staff, Union, annulling the brotherhood between Judah and Israel.

The fruit you craved has left you. All your splendid and glamorous things are gone; they will never find them again.The merchants of these things, who became rich from her, will stand far off in fear of her torment, weeping and mourning,saying, Woe, woe, the great city, dressed in fine linen, purple, and scarlet, adorned with gold, jewels, and pearls;for in a single hour such fabulous wealth was destroyed! And every shipmaster, seafarer, the sailors, and all who do business by sea, stood far offas they watched the smoke from her burning and kept crying out,“ Who was like the great city?”They threw dust on their heads and kept crying out, weeping, and mourning, Woe, woe, the great city, where all those who have ships on the sea became rich from her wealth; for in a single hour she was destroyed.Rejoice over her, heaven, and you saints, apostles, and prophets, because God has pronounced on her the judgment she passed on you!

Therefore, I will wail over Moab. I will cry out for Moab, all of it; he will moan for the men of Kir-heres.I will weep for you, vine of Sibmah, with more than the weeping for Jazer. Your tendrils have extended to the sea; they have reached to the sea and to Jazer. The destroyer has fallen on your summer fruit and grape harvest.Gladness and celebration are taken from the fertile field and from the land of Moab. I have stopped the flow of wine from the winepresses; no one will tread with shouts of joy. The shouting is not a shout of joy.

It had strong branches, fit for the scepters of rulers; its height towered among the clouds. So it was conspicuous for its height as well as its many branches.But it was uprooted in fury, thrown to the ground, and the east wind dried up its fruit. Its strong branches were torn off and dried up; fire consumed them.Now it is planted in the wilderness, in a dry and thirsty land.Fire has gone out from its main branch and has devoured its fruit, so that it no longer has a strong branch, a scepter for ruling. This is a lament and should be used as a lament.”

This is what the LORD of Armies says: Consider, and summon the women who mourn; send for the skillful women.Let them come quickly to raise a lament over us so that our eyes may overflow with tears, our eyelids be soaked with weeping.For a sound of lamentation is heard from Zion: How devastated we are. We are greatly ashamed, for we have abandoned the land; our dwellings have been torn down.Now hear the word of the LORD, you women. Pay attention to the words from his mouth. Teach your daughters a lament and one another a dirge,

you will sing this song of contempt about the king of Babylon and say: How the oppressor has quieted down, and how the raging has become quiet!The LORD has broken the staff of the wicked, the scepter of the rulers.

“ How broken it is! They wail! How Moab has turned his back! He is ashamed. Moab will become a laughingstock and a shock to all those around him.”