Isaiah

15 The oracle on Moab: Because in a night was laid waste Ar of Moab—destroyed! Because in a night was laid waste Kir of Moab—destroyed

2 He hath gone up to Bayith and Dibon, to the high places to weep,—On Nebo and on Medeba Moab is howling, On all their heads a baldness, Every beard clipped.

3 In their streets have they girded them with sackcloth,—On their housetops and in their broadways every one is howling—melting in tears;

4 And Heshbon hath made outcry and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz hath been heard their voice,—For this cause do the armed men of Moab roar, Every man’s soul quivereth to him.

5 Mine own heart for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive as far as Zoar is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith with weeping they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim—an outcry of destruction they excite;

6 For the waters of Nimrim shall become desolation,—For grass hath dried up, Herbage hath failed, Green thing hath not sprung up!

7 For this cause the savings they had made and that which they had stored Over the torrent-bed of the willows shall they bear them.

8 For the outcry hath gone round the boundary of Moab,—As far as Eglaim the howling thereof, And to Beer-elim the howling thereof.

9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, For I will lay upon Dimon new troubles,—To the escaped of Moab the lions, Even to the survivors on the soil.