1 ³ÊÈñ´Â ÀÌ ¶¥ ÅëÄ¡ÀÚ¿¡°Ô ¾î¸° ¾çµéÀ» µå¸®µÇ ¼¿¶ó¿¡¼ºÎÅÍ ±¤¾ß¸¦ Áö³ª µþ ½Ã¿Â »êÀ¸·Î º¸³¾Áö´Ï¶ó Send lambs as tribute to the ruler of the land, from Sela, across the desert, to the mount of the Daughter of Zion.
2 ¸ð¾ÐÀÇ µþµéÀº ¾Æ¸£³í ³ª·ç¿¡¼ ¶°´Ù´Ï´Â »õ °°°í º¸±ÝÀÚ¸®¿¡¼ Èð¾îÁø »õ »õ³¢ °°À» °ÍÀ̶ó Like fluttering birds pushed from the nest, so are the women of Moab at the fords of the Arnon.
3 ³Ê´Â ¹æµµ¸¦ º£Ç®¸ç °øÀÇ·Î ÆÇ°áÇÏ¸ç ´ë³·¿¡ ¹ã °°ÀÌ ±×´ÃÀ» ÁöÀ¸¸ç ÂѰܳ ÀÚµéÀ» ¼û±â¸ç µµ¸ÁÇÑ ÀÚµéÀ» ¹ß°¢µÇ°Ô ÇÏÁö ¸»¸ç "Give us counsel, render a decision. Make your shadow like night-at high noon. Hide the fugitives, do not betray the refugees.
4 ³ªÀÇ ÂѰܳ ÀÚµéÀÌ ³Ê¿Í ÇÔ²² ÀÖ°Ô Ç쵂 ³Ê ¸ð¾ÐÀº ¸êÀýÇÏ´Â ÀÚ ¾Õ¿¡¼ ±×µé¿¡°Ô ÇÇÇÒ °÷ÀÌ µÇ¶ó ´ëÀú Åä»öÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ¸ÁÇÏ¿´°í ¸êÀýÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ±×ÃÆ°í ¾ÐÁ¦ÇÏ´Â ÀÚ°¡ ÀÌ ¶¥¿¡¼ ¸êÀýÇÏ¿´À¸¸ç Let the Moabite fugitives stay with you; be their shelter from the destroyer." The oppressor will come to an end, and destruction will cease; the aggressor will vanish from the land.
5 ´ÙÀÀÇ À帷¿¡ ÀÎÀÚÇÔÀ¸·Î ¿ÕÀ§°¡ ±»°Ô ¼³ °ÍÀÌ¿ä ±× À§¿¡ ¾ÉÀ» ÀÚ´Â Ãæ½ÇÇÔÀ¸·Î ÆÇ°áÇϸç Á¤ÀǸ¦ ±¸ÇÏ¸ç °øÀǸ¦ ½Å¼ÓÈ÷ ÇàÇϸ®¶ó In love a throne will be established; in faithfulness a man will sit on it-one from the house of David-one who in judging seeks justice and speeds the cause of righteousness.
6 ¿ì¸®°¡ ¸ð¾ÐÀÇ ±³¸¸À» µé¾ú³ª´Ï ½ÉÈ÷ ±³¸¸Çϵµ´Ù ±×°¡ °Å¸¸ÇÏ¸ç ±³¸¸ÇÏ¸ç ºÐ³ëÇÔµµ µé¾ú°Å´Ï¿Í ±×ÀÇ ÀÚ¶ûÀÌ ÇêµÇµµ´Ù We have heard of Moab"s pride-her overweening pride and conceit, her pride and her insolence-but her boasts are empty.
8 ÀÌ´Â Ç콺º»ÀÇ ¹ç°ú ½Ê¸¶ÀÇ Æ÷µµ³ª¹«°¡ ¸»¶úÀ½À̶ó Àü¿¡´Â ±× °¡Áö°¡ ¾ß¼¿¿¡ ¹ÌÃÄ ±¤¾ß¿¡ À̸£°í ±× ½ÏÀÌ ÀÚ¶ó¼ ¹Ù´Ù¸¦ °Ç³Ô´õ´Ï ÀÌÁ¦ ¿±¹ÀÇ ÁÖ±ÇÀÚµéÀÌ ±× ÁÁÀº °¡Áö¸¦ ²ª¾úµµ´Ù The fields of Heshbon wither, the vines of Sibmah also. The rulers of the nations have trampled down the choicest vines, which once reached Jazer and spread toward the desert. Their shoots spread out and went as far as the sea.
10 Áñ°Å¿ò°ú ±â»ÝÀÌ ±â¸§Áø ¹ç¿¡¼ ¶°³µ°í Æ÷µµ¿ø¿¡´Â ³ë·¡¿Í Áñ°Å¿î ¼Ò¸®°¡ ¾ø¾îÁö°Ú°í Ʋ¿¡´Â Æ÷µµ¸¦ ¹âÀ» »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¾øÀ¸¸®´Ï ÀÌ´Â ³»°¡ Áñ°Å¿î ¼Ò¸®¸¦ ±×Ä¡°Ô ÇÏ¿´À½À̶ó Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards; no one sings or shouts in the vineyards; no one treads out wine at the presses, for I have put an end to the shouting.
12 ¸ð¾ÐÀÌ ±× »ê´ç¿¡¼ ÇǰïÇϵµ·Ï ºÀ»çÇϸç Àڱ⠼º¼Ò¿¡ ³ª¾Æ°¡¼ ±âµµÇÒÁö¶óµµ ¼Ò¿ë¾øÀ¸¸®·Î´Ù When Moab appears at her high place, she only wears herself out; when she goes to her shrine to pray, it is to no avail.