Isa 15
1
The burden of Moab. For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste, he is brought
to ruin; for in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste, he is brought to ruin.
2
He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep; upon Nebo, and
upon Medeba, Moab howleth; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is shaven.
3
In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their
broad places, every one howleth, weeping profusely.
4
And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz; therefore
the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul is faint within him.
5
My heart crieth out for Moab; her fugitives reach unto Zoar, a heifer of three years
old; 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 herbage
faileth, there is no green thing.
7
Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall
they carry away to the brook of the willows.
8
For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim,
and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim.
9
For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a
lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.