The many nations massing together are as good as dead, those who make a commotion as loud as the roaring of the sea’s waves. The people making such an uproar are as good as dead, those who make an uproar as loud as the roaring of powerful waves.

So my heart moans for Moab like a flute playing a funeral song. Yes, like a flute playing a funeral song, my heart moans for the people of Kir Heres. For the wealth they have gained will perish.

when its waves crash and foam, and the mountains shake before the surging sea. (Selah)

During the evening, morning, and noontime I will lament and moan, and he will hear me.

They return in the evening; they growl like a dog and prowl around outside the city.

They return in the evening; they growl like a dog and prowl around outside the city.

I said, “I will remember God while I groan; I will think about him while my strength leaves me.” (Selah)

For look, your enemies are making a commotion; those who hate you are hostile.

at the head of the noisy streets she calls, in the entrances of the gates in the city she utters her words:

(She is loud and rebellious, she does not remain at home –

The woman called Folly is brash, she is naive and does not know anything.

My lover thrust his hand through the hole, and my feelings were stirred for him.

Nations are in uproar, kingdoms are overthrown. God gives a shout, the earth dissolves.

Wine is a mocker and strong drink is a brawler; whoever goes astray by them is not wise.

So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp, my inner being sighs for Kir Hareseth.

I am the Lord your God, who churns up the sea so that its waves surge. The Lord who commands armies is his name!

We all growl like bears, we coo mournfully like doves; we wait for deliverance, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

Their survivors will escape to the mountains and become like doves of the valleys; all of them will moan – each one for his iniquity.

Surely people go through life as mere ghosts. Surely they accumulate worthless wealth without knowing who will eventually haul it away.”

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.