The prophet tells them to send lambs to the ruler of the land, from Sela, by way of the desert, to the mount of the daughter of Zion. The daughters of Moab, like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, are at the fords of the Arnon. They ask Judah for counsel and a decision, that their shade be like night at the height of noon, that they hide the outcasts and not betray the fugitive, that the outcasts of Moab dwell among them and that they be a shelter from the destroyer.
When the oppressor is no more and destruction has ceased, a throne will be established in steadfast love, and on it will sit in faithfulness, in the tent of David, a judge who seeks justice and is swift to do righteousness.
But they have heard of Moab's pride: very proud, arrogant and haughty, with empty boasts. So Moab wails for Moab, all of them wail. The vineyards of Heshbon and of Sibmah, which gladdened the lords of the nations, have withered and reach as far as Jazer. So the prophet will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah and drench with tears Heshbon and Elealeh. The joy of the harvest has ceased, and no one treads the winepresses with gladness. The prophet's heart moans like a lyre for Moab. Though Moab presents itself at the high place and prays at its sanctuary, it will not prevail.
This is the word the Lord spoke concerning Moab in the past. Now he adds that within three years, as the years of a hired worker, the glory of Moab will be brought into contempt together with all its great multitude, and the remnant will be very small and feeble.