The Oracle Concerning Moab
1 The burden of Moab:
Ar of Moab is laid waste in one night
and brought to nothing.
Kir of Moab is laid waste in one night
and brought to nothing.
2 They have gone up to Bayith,
and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep.
Moab wails over Nebo and over Medeba.
Every head is bald. Every beard is cut off.
3 In their streets, they clothe themselves in sackcloth.
In their streets and on their housetops,
everyone wails, weeping bitterly.
4 Heshbon cries out with Elealeh.
Their voices are heard all the way to Jahaz.
Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud,
and they tremble.
5 My heart cries out for Moab!
Her nobles flee to Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah,
for they go, weeping,
up by the ascent of Luhith,
for on the way to Horonaim,
they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 For the waters of Nimrim will be desolate,
for the grass has withered away
and there is no green thing.
7 Therefore they will carry off
the abundance they have accumulated,
and that which they have stored up,
over the brook of the willows.
8 For their cry has reached the borders of Moab,
their wailing to Eglaim,
and its wailing to Beer Elim.
9 The waters of Dimon are full of blood,
for I will bring yet more on Dimon,
a lion on those of Moab who escape,
and on the remnant of the land.