Book of Isaiah, Chapter 15

 Chapter 15,

An oracle concerning Moab.

Because Ar of Moab is laid waste in a night,

    Moab is undone;

because Kir of Moab is laid waste in a night,

    Moab is undone.

2 He has gone up to the temple, and to Dibon,

    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 wear sackcloth;

    on the housetops and in the squares

    everyone wails and melts in tears.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out;

    their voice is heard as far as Jahaz;

therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;

    his soul trembles.

5 My heart cries out for Moab;

    her 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 vegetation fails,

    the greenery is no more.

7 Therefore the abundance they have gained

    and what they have laid up

they carry away

    over the Brook of the Willows.

8 For a cry has gone

    around the land of Moab;

her wailing reaches to Eglaim;

    her wailing reaches to Beer-elim.

9 For the waters of Dibon are full of blood;

    for I will bring upon Dibon even more,

a lion for those of Moab who escape,

    for the remnant of the land.