<p class="poetry">Your courtiers<n id="1" /> are like locusts,p> <p class="poetry">your officials<n id="2" /> are like a swarm of locusts!p> <p class="poetry">They encamp in the walls on a cold day,p> <p class="poetry">yet when the sun rises, they<n id="3" /> fly away;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">and no one knows where they<n id="5" /> are.<n id="6" />p>

<p class="poetry">Wail, you people in Heshbon, because Ai in Ammon is destroyed.p> <p class="poetry">Cry out in anguish, you people in the villages surrounding<n id="1" /> Rabbah.p> <p class="poetry">Put on sackcloth and cry out in mourning.p> <p class="poetry">Run about covered with gashes.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">For your god Milcom will go into exilep> <p class="poetry">along with his priests and officials.<n id="3" />p>