An Oracle concerning Moab

15 An oracle concerning Moab.

Because Ar is laid waste in a night,

Moab is undone;

because Kir is laid waste in a night,

Moab is undone.

2 Dibona has gone up to the temple,

to the high places to weep;

over Nebo and over Medeba

Moab wails.

On every head is baldness,

every beard is shorn;

3 in the streets they bind on sackcloth;

on the housetops and in the squares

everyone wails and melts in tears.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,

their voices are heard as far as Jahaz;

therefore the loins of Moab quiver;b

his soul trembles.

5 My heart cries out for Moab;

his fugitives flee to Zoar,

to Eglath-shelishiyah.

For at the ascent of Luhith

they go up weeping;

on the road to Horonaim

they raise a cry of destruction;

6 the waters of Nimrim

are a desolation;

the grass is withered, the new growth fails,

the verdure is no more.

7 Therefore the abundance they have gained

and what they have laid up

they carry away

over the Wadi of the Willows.

8 For a cry has gone

around the land of Moab;

the wailing reaches to Eglaim,

the wailing reaches to Beer-elim.

9 For the waters of Dibonc are full of blood;

yet I will bring upon Dibond even more—

a lion for those of Moab who escape,

for the remnant of the land.