⁵ Ceased hath the golden one. Broken hath Jehovah the staff of the wicked, The sceptre of rulers.

³ For the rod of wickedness resteth not On the lot of the righteous, That the righteous put not forth on iniquity their hands.

⁴ Because the yoke of its burden, And the staff of its shoulder, the rod of its exactor, Thou hast broken as `in' the day of Midian.

⁵ Wo `to' Asshur, a rod of Mine anger, And a staff in their hand `is' Mine indignation.

²⁹ Rejoice not thou, Philistia, all of thee, That broken hath been the rod of thy smiter, For from the root of a serpent cometh out a viper, And its fruit `is' a flying saraph.

¹⁵ Spoiled is Moab, and her cities hath one gone up, And the choice of its young men Have gone down to slaughter, An affirmation of the King, Jehovah of Hosts `is' His name.

¹⁶ Near is the calamity of Moab to come, And his affliction hath hasted exceedingly.

¹⁷ Bemoan for him, all ye round about him, And all knowing his name, say ye: How hath it been broken, the staff of strength, The rod of beauty.