Isaiah 15

¹The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab—It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab—It hath been cut off. ²He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places—to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads is baldness, every beard cut off. ³In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth—going down with weeping. ⁴And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him. ⁵My heart is toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third year, For—the ascent of Luhith—With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

⁶For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been. ⁷Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry. ⁸For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim is its howling, And to Beer-Elim is its howling. ⁹For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!

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