[1] The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, [and]
brought to nothing; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, [and] brought
to nothing. [2] They are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high
places, to weep: Moab wails over Nebo, and over Medeba; on all their heads
is baldness, every beard is cut off. [3] In their streets they gird
themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places,
everyone wails, weeping abundantly. [4] Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh;
their voice is heard even to Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry
aloud; his soul trembles within him. [5] My heart cries out for Moab; her
nobles [flee] to 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. [6] For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass
is withered away, the tender grass fails, there is no green thing. [7]
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up,
shall they carry away over the brook of the willows. [8] For the cry is
gone round about the borders of Moab; the wailing of it to Eglaim, and the
wailing of it to Beer-elim. [9] For the waters of Dimon are full of blood;
for I will bring yet more on Dimon, a lion on them of Moab that escape, and
on the remnant of the land.
