Isa 15
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, every one wails, weeping abundantly.
4
And 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; its wailing to Eglaim,
and its wailing to Beer-elim.
9
For 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.