YLT(i)
36 Therefore my heart for Moab as pipes doth sound, And my heart for men of Kir-Heres As pipes doth sound, Therefore the abundance he made did perish.
37 For every head is bald, and every beard diminished, On all hands cuttings, and on the loins—sackcloth.
38 On all roofs of Moab, and in her broad-places, All of it—is lamentation, For I have broken Moab as a vessel in which there is no pleasure, An affirmation of Jehovah.
39 How hath it been broken down! they have howled, How hath Moab turned the neck ashamed, And Moab hath been for a derision. And for a terror to all round about her.