²⁵ In the street the sword will make them childless;
    in their homes terror^(A) will reign.^(B)
The young men and young women will perish,
    the infants and those with gray hair.^(C)

¹¹ My heart laments for Moab^(A) like a harp,^(B)
    my inmost being^(C) for Kir Hareseth.

¹⁹ Oh, my anguish, my anguish!^(A)
    I writhe in pain.^(B)
Oh, the agony of my heart!
    My heart pounds^(C) within me,
    I cannot keep silent.^(D)
For I have heard the sound of the trumpet;^(E)
    I have heard the battle cry.^(F)

¹¹ My eyes fail from weeping,^(A)
    I am in torment within^(B);
my heart^(C) is poured out^(D) on the ground
    because my people are destroyed,^(E)
because children and infants faint^(F)
    in the streets of the city.

¹⁵ Outside is the sword;
    inside are plague and famine.
Those in the country
    will die by the sword;
those in the city
    will be devoured by famine and plague.^(A)