Isaiah 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 Dibona has gone up

to the high places to weep;

over Nebo and over Med'eba

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 Elea'leh 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 Zo'ar,

to Eg'lath-shelish'iyah.

For at the ascent of Luhith

they go up weeping;

on the road to Horona'im

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 Egla'im,

the wailing reaches to Beer-e'lim.

9For the waters of Dibonb are full of blood;

yet I will bring upon Dibonc even more,

a lion for those of Moab who escape,

for the remnant of the land.