<p class="poetry">&#8220;Moab has vaunted itself against me.p> <p class="poetry">So make him drunk with the wine of my wrath<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">until he splashes<n id="2" /> around in his own vomit,p> <p class="poetry">until others treat him as a laughingstock.p>

<p class="poetry">For after we turned away from you we repented.p> <p class="poetry">After we came to our senses<n id="1" /> we beat our breasts in sorrow.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">We are ashamed and humiliatedp> <p class="poetry">because of the disgraceful things we did previously.&#8217;<n id="3" />p>