Isaiah 15

Chapter 15

¹An 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.

²The daughter of Dibon^b has gone up

to the high places to weep;

over Nebo and over Medeba

Moab wails.

On every head is baldness,

every beard is shorn;

³in the streets they gird on sackcloth;

on the housetops and in the squares

every one wails and melts in tears.

⁴Heshbon and Ele-aleh cry out,

their voice is heard as far as Jahaz;

therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;

his soul trembles.

⁵My 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;

⁶the waters of Nimrim

are a desolation;

the grass is withered, the new growth fails,

the verdure is no more.

⁷Therefore the abundance they have gained

and what they have laid up

they carry away

over the Brook of the Willows.

⁸For a cry has gone

round the land of Moab;

the wailing reaches to Eglaim,

the wailing reaches to Beer-elim.

⁹For the waters of Dibon are full of blood;

yet I will bring upon Dibon^c even more,

a lion for those of Moab who escape,

for the remnant of the land.