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

Therefore my inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab, and my inmost self for 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 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; His fugitives are as far as Zoar and Eglath shelishiyah, For they go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; Indeed, on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of distress over their collapse.

“ Therefore My heart makes a sound like flutes for Moab; My heart also makes a sound like flutes for the men of Kir heres. Therefore they have lost the abundance it produced.

Look down from heaven and see from Your holy and glorious lofty habitation; Where are Your zeal and Your mighty deeds? The stirrings of Your heart and Your compassion are restrained toward me.

Therefore if there is any encouragement in Christ, if any consolation of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion,

How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I surrender you, Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart is turned over within Me, All My compassions are kindled.

Is Ephraim My dear son? Is he a delightful child? Indeed, as often as I have spoken against him, I certainly still remember him; Therefore My heart yearns for him; I will certainly have mercy on him,” declares the Lord.

My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot keep silent, Because, my soul, you have heard The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.