<p class="poetry">Indeed, the cries of distress echo throughout Moabite territory;p> <p class="poetry">their wailing can be heard in Eglaim and Beer Elim.<n id="1" />p>

At that time there will be an altar for the <sc>Lordsc> in the middle of the land of Egypt, as well as a sacred pillar<n id="1" /> dedicated to the <sc>Lordsc> at its border.

<p class="poetry">I will make your pinnacles out of gems,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">your gates out of beryl,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and your outer wall<n id="3" /> out of beautiful<n id="4" /> stones.p>

<p class="poetry">Sounds of violence<n id="1" /> will no longer be heard in your land,p> <p class="poetry">or the sounds of<n id="2" /> destruction and devastation within your borders.p> <p class="poetry">You will name your walls, &#8216;Deliverance,&#8217;p> <p class="poetry">and your gates, &#8216;Praise.&#8217;p>