¹¹ Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab,^(A)
as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.

¹⁶ I heard, and I trembled within;^(A)
my lips quivered at the sound.
Rottenness entered my bones;
I trembled where I stood.
Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress
to come against the people invading us.