¹² I am forgotten as though I were dead;^(A)
    I have become like broken pottery.

³⁴ Weep and wail, you shepherds;^(A)
    roll^(B) in the dust, you leaders of the flock.
For your time to be slaughtered^(C) has come;
    you will fall like the best of the rams.^[a](D)

³⁸ On all the roofs in Moab
    and in the public squares^(A)
there is nothing but mourning,
    for I have broken Moab
    like a jar^(B) that no one wants,”
declares the Lord.