Thick clouds are a veil for him, so he does not see us, as he goes back and forth in the vault of heaven.’

The north wind brings forth rain, and a gossiping tongue brings forth an angry look.

You are my hiding place; you protect me from distress. You surround me with shouts of joy from those celebrating deliverance. (Selah)

Please let the Moabite fugitives live among you. Hide them from the destroyer!” Certainly the one who applies pressure will cease, the destroyer will come to an end, those who trample will disappear from the earth.

But he went back once he reached the carved images at Gilgal. He said to Eglon, “I have a secret message for you, O king.” Eglon said, “Be quiet!” All his attendants left.