<p class="poetry">Therefore, as surely as I live,&#8221; says the <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies, the God of Israel,p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;be certain that Moab will become like Sodomp> <p class="poetry">and the Ammonites like Gomorrah.p> <p class="poetry">They will be overrun by weeds,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">filled with salt pits,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and permanently desolate.p> <p class="poetry">Those of my people who are left<n id="3" /> will plunder their belongings;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">those who are left in Judah<n id="5" /> will take possession of their land.&#8221;p>

<p class="poetry">This is how the once-proud city will end up<n id="1" /> &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">the city that was so secure.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">She thought to herself,<n id="3" /> &#8220;I am unique! No one can compare to me!&#8221;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">What a heap of ruins she has become, a place where wild animals live!p> <p class="poetry">Everyone who passes by her taunts her<n id="5" /> and shakes his fist.<n id="6" />p>