May his children wander as beggars, seeking sustenance far from their ruined homes.
I once was young and now am old, yet never have I seen the righteous abandoned or their children begging for bread.
When you till the ground, it will no longer yield its produce to you. You will be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth
Drenched by mountain rains, they huddle against the rocks for want of shelter.
They scavenge for food, and growl if they are not satisfied.
May it whirl over the head of Joab and over the entire house of his father, and may the house of Joab never be without o
Therefore, the leprosy of Naaman will cling to you and your descendants forever!” And as Gehazi left his presence, he wa
Gaunt from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, and the desolate wasteland by night.
Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon: