Isa 15
1
The burden of Moab. Because in the night Ar of Moab is laid waste, it is silent: because
the wall of Moab is destroyed in the night, it is silent.
2
The house is gone up, and Dibon to the high places to mourn over Nabo, and over Medaba,
Moab hath howled: ton all their heads shall be baldness, and every beard shall be
shaven.
3
In their streets they are girded with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and
in their streets all shall howl and come down weeping.
4
Hesebon shall cry, and Eleale, their voice is heard even to Jasa. For this shall the
well appointed men of Moab howl, his soul shall howl to itself.
5
My heart shall cry to Moab, the bars thereof shall flee unto Segor a heifer of three
years old: for by the ascent of Luith they shall go up weeping: and in the way of
Oronaim they shall lift up a cry of destruction.
6
For the waters of Nemrim shall be desolate, for the grass is withered away, the spring
is faded, all the greenness is perished.
7
According to the greatness of their work, is their visitation also: they shall lead
them to the torrent of the willows.
8
For the cry is gone round about the border of Moab: the howling thereof unto Gallim,
and unto the well of Elim the cry thereof.
9
For the waters of Dibon are filled with blood: for I will bring more upon Dibon: the
lion upon them that shall flee of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.