[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.
