Put salt on Moab, for she will be laid waste; her cities will become desolate, with no one to dwell in them.
Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:
Abandon the towns and settle among the rocks, O dwellers of Moab! Be like a dove that nests at the mouth of a cave.
For the choirmaster. Of David. In the LORD I take refuge. How then can you say to me: “Flee like a bird to your mountain
I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and find rest.
But the woman was given two wings of a great eagle to fly from the presence of the serpent to her place in the wildernes
Pack your bags for exile, O daughter dwelling in Egypt! For Memphis will be laid waste, destroyed and uninhabited.
Therefore, as surely as I live,” declares the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel, “surely Moab will be like Sodom and the