11 Therefore mmy inner parts moan like a lyre for Moab,
and my inmost self for Kir-hareseth.
my lips quiver at the sound;
crottenness enters into my bones;
my legs tremble beneath me.
Yet dI will quietly wait for the day of trouble
to come upon people who invade us.
and my eyes a fountain of tears,
that I might weep day and night
for the slain of jthe daughter of my people!
4 Therefore I said:
“Look away from me;
alet me weep bitter tears;
do not labor to comfort me
concerning the destruction of the daughter of my people.”