So my heart constantly sighs for Moab, like the strumming of a harp, my inner being sighs for Kir Hareseth.

因此，我心腹为摩押哀鸣如琴；我心肠为吉珥哈列设也是如此。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣如琴，我的内心为吉珥‧哈列设哀哭。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣如琴，我的内心为吉珥‧哈列设哀哭。

我的内心为摩押，为吉珥·哈列设哀鸣，好像凄凉的琴声。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣，有如琴瑟；我的肺腑也为吉珥．哈列设哀哭。

因此，我的心肠为摩押哀鸣如琴瑟哀鸣；我的肺腑也为吉珥-哈列塞哀哭。

因此，我心腹為摩押哀鳴如琴；我心腸為吉珥‧哈列設也是如此。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴如琴，我的內心為吉珥‧哈列設哀哭。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴如琴，我的內心為吉珥‧哈列設哀哭。

我的內心為摩押，為吉珥·哈列設哀鳴，好像淒涼的琴聲。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴，有如琴瑟；我的肺腑也為吉珥．哈列設哀哭。

因此我的臟腑為了摩押而哀鳴如琴；我的內臟為了吉珥哈列設而悲號如簫。

因此，我的心腸為摩押哀鳴如琴瑟哀鳴；我的肺腑也為吉珥-哈列塞哀哭。

是以我腸為摩押而鳴、我衷為基珥哈列設而響、有如琴瑟、

摩押與吉哈喇泄、患難既臨、我心戚戚、若琴聲之哀慘。

故我為摩押、為基珥哈列設、心腸悲戚、若琴聲之哀慘、或作我心為摩押悲戚若琴聲哀慘我腸為基珥哈列設悲戚亦若是

My heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir Hareseth.

My heart mourns over Moab like a song of sadness played on a harp. Deep down inside me I mourn over Kir Hareseth.

Therefore my inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab, and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.

My heart’s cry for Moab is like a lament on a harp. I am filled with anguish for Kir hareseth.

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

Therefore my inner being sounds like a harp for Moab. And my heart for Kir hareseth.

Therefore my heart shall resound like a harp for Moab, And my inner being for Kir Heres.

Wherefore my heart soundeth like a harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir- heres.

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

Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.

Therefore my heart sounds like a harp for Moab, and my inward parts for Kir Heres.

My heart cries out because of Moab’s plight, and for the fugitives stretched out as far as Zoar and Eglath Shelishiyah. For they weep as they make their way up the ascent of Luhith; they loudly lament their demise on the road to Horonaim.

So my heart moans for Moab like a flute playing a funeral song. Yes, like a flute playing a funeral song, my heart moans for the people of Kir Heres. For the wealth they have gained will perish.

Look down from heaven and take notice, from your holy, majestic palace! Where are your zeal and power? Do not hold back your tender compassion!

Therefore, if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort provided by love, any fellowship in the Spirit, any affection or mercy,

How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I surrender you, O Israel? How can I treat you like Admah? How can I make you like Zeboiim? I have had a change of heart! All my tender compassions are aroused!

Indeed, the people of Israel are my dear children. They are the children I take delight in. For even though I must often rebuke them, I still remember them with fondness. So I am deeply moved with pity for them and will surely have compassion on them. I, the LORD, affirm it!

I said,“ Oh, the feeling in the pit of my stomach! I writhe in anguish. Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds within me. I cannot keep silent. For I hear the sound of the trumpet; the sound of the battle cry pierces my soul!