<p class="poetry">At the fords of the Arnon<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">the Moabite women are like a birdp> <p class="poetry">that flies about when forced from its nest.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Even the birds find a home there,p> <p class="poetry">and the swallow<n id="1" /> builds a nest,p> <p class="poetry">where she can protect her young<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">near your altars, O <sc>Lord who rules over allsc>,p> <p class="poetry">my king and my God.p>

<p class="bodytext">If you happen to notice a bird&#8217;s nest along the road, whether in a tree or on the ground, and there are chicks or eggs with the mother bird sitting on them,<n id="1" /> you must not take the mother from the young.<n id="2" />