[1] An oracle concerning Moab. Because Ar is laid waste in a night Moab is undone; because Kir is laid waste in a night Moab is undone. [2] The daughter of Dibon has gone up to the high places to weep; over Nebo and over Med′eba Moab wails. On every head is baldness, every beard is shorn; [3] in the streets they gird on sackcloth; on the housetops and in the squares every one wails and melts in tears. [4] Heshbon and Ele-a′leh cry out, their voice is heard as far as Jahaz; therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembles. [5] My heart cries out for Moab; his fugitives flee to Zo′ar, to Eg′lath-shelish′iyah. For at the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping; on the road to Horona′im they raise a cry of destruction; [6] the waters of Nimrim are a desolation; the grass is withered, the new growth fails, the verdure is no more. [7] Therefore the abundance they have gained and what they have laid up they carry away over the Brook of the Willows. [8] For a cry has gone round the land of Moab; the wailing reaches to Egla′im, the wailing reaches to Beer-e′lim. [9] For the waters of Dibon are full of blood; yet I will bring upon Dibon even more, a lion for those of Moab who escape, for the remnant of the land.
