Leave your towns, you inhabitants of Moab. Go and live in the cliffs. Be like a dove that makes its nest high on the sides of a ravine.
Wild animals will rest there, the ruined
And I will bring them to settle within Jerusalem. They will be my people, and I will be their God,
If any household is too small
I will plant it on a high mountain of Israel, and it will raise branches and produce fruit and become a beautiful cedar. Every bird will live under it; Every winged creature will live in the shade of its branches.