<p class="poetry">&#8220;Moab, you trust in the things you do and in your riches.p> <p class="poetry">So you too will be conquered.p> <p class="poetry">Your god Chemosh<n id="1" /> will go into exile<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">along with his priests and his officials.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>