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

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.’

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

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 will break the yoke of their slavery and lift the heavy burden from their shoulders. You will break the oppressor’s rod, just as you did when you destroyed the army of Midian.

“ What sorrow awaits Assyria, the rod of my anger. I use it as a club to express my anger.

The farms of Heshbon are abandoned; the vineyards at Sibmah are deserted. The rulers of the nations have broken down Moab— that beautiful grapevine. Its tendrils spread north as far as the town of Jazer and trailed eastward into the wilderness. Its shoots reached so far west that they crossed over the Dead Sea.

Then I took my staff called Favor and cut it in two, showing that I had revoked the covenant I had made with all the nations.That was the end of my covenant with them. The suffering flock was watching me, and they knew that the Lord was speaking through my actions.And I said to them,“ If you like, give me my wages, whatever I am worth; but only if you want to.” So they counted out for my wages thirty pieces of silver.And the Lord said to me,“ Throw it to the potter”— this magnificent sum at which they valued me! So I took the thirty coins and threw them to the potter in the Temple of the Lord.Then I took my other staff, Union, and cut it in two, showing that the bond of unity between Judah and Israel was broken.

“ The fancy things you loved so much are gone,” they cry.“ All your luxuries and splendor are gone forever, never to be yours again.”The merchants who became wealthy by selling her these things will stand at a distance, terrified by her great torment. They will weep and cry out,“ How terrible, how terrible for that great city! She was clothed in finest purple and scarlet linens, decked out with gold and precious stones and pearls!In a single moment all the wealth of the city is gone!” And all the captains of the merchant ships and their passengers and sailors and crews will stand at a distance.They will cry out as they watch the smoke ascend, and they will say,“ Where is there another city as great as this?”And they will weep and throw dust on their heads to show their grief. And they will cry out,“ How terrible, how terrible for that great city! The shipowners became wealthy by transporting her great wealth on the seas. In a single moment it is all gone.”Rejoice over her fate, O heaven and people of God and apostles and prophets! For at last God has judged her for your sakes.

So now I wail for Moab; yes, I will mourn for Moab. My heart is broken for the men of Kir hareseth.“ You people of Sibmah, rich in vineyards, I will weep for you even more than I did for Jazer. Your spreading vines once reached as far as the Dead Sea, but the destroyer has stripped you bare! He has harvested your grapes and summer fruits.Joy and gladness are gone from fruitful Moab. The presses yield no wine. No one treads the grapes with shouts of joy. There is shouting, yes, but not of joy.

Its branches became strong— strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter. It grew very tall, towering above all others. It stood out because of its height and its many lush branches.But the vine was uprooted in fury and thrown down to the ground. The desert wind dried up its fruit and tore off its strong branches, so that it withered and was destroyed by fire.Now the vine is transplanted to the wilderness, where the ground is hard and dry.A fire has burst out from its branches and devoured its fruit. Its remaining limbs are not strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter.“ This is a funeral song, and it will be used in a funeral.”

This is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies says:“ Consider all this, and call for the mourners. Send for the women who mourn at funerals.Quick! Begin your weeping! Let the tears flow from your eyes.Hear the people of Jerusalem crying in despair,‘ We are ruined! We are completely humiliated! We must leave our land, because our homes have been torn down.’”Listen, you women, to the words of the Lord; open your ears to what he has to say. Teach your daughters to wail; teach one another how to lament.

you will taunt the king of Babylon. You will say,“ The mighty man has been destroyed. Yes, your insolence is ended.For the Lord has crushed your wicked power and broken your evil rule.

How it is shattered! Hear the wailing! See the shame of Moab! It has become an object of ridicule, an example of ruin to all its neighbors.”