15 1The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste,
and brought to nought; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste,
and brought to nought.
2They are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon,
to the high places, to weep: Moab waileth over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all
their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off.
3In their streets they
gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad
places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly.
4And Heshbon crieth out,
and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed men of
Moab cry aloud; his soul trembleth within him.
5My heart crieth out for
Moab; her nobles flee unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah: for by the
ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they
raise up a cry of destruction.
6For the waters of Nimrim shall be
desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is
no green thing.
7Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which
they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.
8For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the wailing thereof
unto Eglaim, and the wailing thereof unto Beer-elim.
9For the waters of
Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon
them of Moab that escape, and upon the remnant of the land.