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

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 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 over Moab. Some who run away get as far as Zoar. Others run all the way to Eglath Shelishiyah. Others go up the hill to Luhith. They are weeping as they go. Still others travel the road to Horonaim. They sing a song of sadness because their town is being destroyed.

“ Like a flute my heart sings a song of sadness for Moab. It sings like a flute for the people of Kir Hareseth. The wealth they had acquired is gone.

Lord, look down from heaven. Look down from your holy and glorious throne. Where is your great love for us? Where is your power? Why don’t you show us your tender love and concern?

So does belonging to Christ help you in any way? Does his love comfort you at all? Do you share anything in common because of the Holy Spirit? Has Christ ever been gentle and loving toward you?

The Lord continues,“ People of Ephraim, how can I give you up? Israel, how can I hand you over to your enemies? Can I destroy you as I did the town of Admah? Can I treat you like Zeboyim? My heart is stirred inside me. It is filled with pity for you.

Aren’t the people of Ephraim my dear children? Aren’t they the children I take delight in? I often speak against them. But I still remember them. So my heart longs for them. I love them with a tender love,” announces the Lord.

I’m suffering! I’m really suffering! I’m hurting badly. My heart is suffering so much! It’s pounding inside me. I can’t keep silent. I’ve heard the sound of trumpets. I’ve heard the battle cry.