Therefore my inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab, and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.

因此，我心腹为摩押哀鸣如琴；我心肠为吉珥哈列设也是如此。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣如琴，我的内心为吉珥‧哈列设哀哭。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣如琴，我的内心为吉珥‧哈列设哀哭。

我的内心为摩押，为吉珥·哈列设哀鸣，好像凄凉的琴声。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣，有如琴瑟；我的肺腑也为吉珥．哈列设哀哭。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣如琴瑟哀鸣；我的肺腑也为吉珥-哈列塞哀哭。

因此，我心腹為摩押哀鳴如琴；我心腸為吉珥‧哈列設也是如此。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴如琴，我的內心為吉珥‧哈列設哀哭。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴如琴，我的內心為吉珥‧哈列設哀哭。

我的內心為摩押，為吉珥·哈列設哀鳴，好像淒涼的琴聲。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴，有如琴瑟；我的肺腑也為吉珥．哈列設哀哭。

因此我的臟腑為了摩押而哀鳴如琴；我的內臟為了吉珥哈列設而悲號如簫。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴如琴瑟哀鳴；我的肺腑也為吉珥-哈列塞哀哭。

是以我腸為摩押而鳴、我衷為基珥哈列設而響、有如琴瑟、

摩押與吉哈喇泄、患難既臨、我心戚戚、若琴聲之哀慘。

故我為摩押、為基珥哈列設、心腸悲戚、若琴聲之哀慘、或作我心為摩押悲戚若琴聲哀慘我腸為基珥哈列設悲戚亦若是

My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.

My heart mourns over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp. Deep down inside me I mourn over Kir Hareseth.

My heart’s cry for Moab is like a lament on a harp. I am filled with anguish for Kir hareseth.

Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab, as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.

Therefore my inner being sounds like a harp for Moab. And my heart for Kir hareseth.

Therefore my heart shall resound like a harp for Moab, And my inner being for Kir Heres.

Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir- heres.

Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab, as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.

Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.

So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp, my inner being sighs for Kir Hareseth.

Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.

My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah. For at the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction;

Therefore my heart moans for Moab like a flute, and my heart moans like a flute for the men of Kir-hareseth. Therefore the riches they gained have perished.

Look down from heaven and see, from your holy and beautiful habitation. Where are your zeal and your might? The stirring of your inner parts and your compassion are held back from me.

So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy,

How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender.

Is Ephraim my dear son? Is he my darling child? For as often as I speak against him, I do remember him still. Therefore my heart yearns for him; I will surely have mercy on him, declares the Lord.

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.