Jeremiah - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 539
The Books of the Prophets
48--11
48-39
]EREMIAH.
II
Moab was easy from youth, and he rested secure on his lees;
Was not drawn from cask into bottles, nor gone to be captive;
S0 his Bower remained, aud his scent had not gone!
I will send to him tapsters,
Who will tap and will empty his barrels and smash up his bottles!
And Moab shall blush for his Kemosh, as Israel blushed to trust Bethel.
Ah! let them not say they are heroes, and valiant in battle!
For Moab is waste,——and his cities are smoke,
And the choice of his heroes have gone to the slain,
Says the King named the Loan of the Armies.
Moab’s clistresses come on, and his miseries hasten!
All mourn around him, and all who have known his fame murmur;
How the strong staE is broken! the beautiful sceptre !'
Leave your ease, and sit down in your thirst, idle daughter of Diban!
For the robber of Moab comes on I and he ruins your strongholdsl
Stand by the road watching, you lady residing in Aroar,
Ask the fugitive band, “ Tell me what has been done? ’
they howl and they loudly shriek out,
Spread the report to the Arnon that Moab is plundered!
judgment has come on the land of the p1ain,—-—·and on‘Holan,
On jehzar, and Mofath, and Diban, and Nebo;
Beth~Diblathaim and Krithim, Bethgamul, and Bethmaum,
And Krioth, and Bozrah, and on all other cities;
All the country of Moab afar, or that which is near us!
the Lokb
says
Drink,—·—for he flouted the LORD-—and let Moab rollin his vomit!
And himself be a scorn,—-for was he not Israel dividing?
If he was found among thieves, why when you spoke did you jeer him?
Leave your towns,—·—dwe1l on rocks, you poor people of Moab,
And become like the dove who builds nests at the. cavernls wide entry!
We have heard Moab’s pride, he is proud and so haughty;
He is proud, overbearing and very high·hearted l
- and his boasting were worthless!
However I howl for poor Moab,-—-for Moab the perfect!
For the men of Kirhares I shriek, who are mourning.
With the weeping of jazer I weep, and for you, O fair vine of Sibmahl
Your branches spread over the brook, and as far as the waters of jezarl
The plunderer falls on your fruits and he strips off your vintage!
Gladness and joy both depart from the rich fields of Moab,
No wine from the presses is trod, and no treaders are joyfully cheering;
Their shrieks from Heshbon, and Elaleh and jazer are uttered;
They are roaring from Zoar to Horanim, as do the three year old heifers,
the Lonb says,
I stop Moab from mounting his temple and offering sweets to his gods l ’
Therefore, my heart make a moaning for Moab, like pipers;
My heart for themen of Kirhareslwill moan like the flutes;
Because the great wealth he had gathered has perished ;
And their heads are all bald, and their chins are close shaven,
And on all hands are wounds, and on all loins sackcloth!
On the housetops, and markets of Moab is everywhere mourning.
the LORD says.
‘ How they howl now when broken! How Moab turns back when
degraded!
And Moab becomes to all round himaa horror and terror!
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