1
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
Dibon 1 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; 2
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 Dibon 3 are full of blood;
yet I will bring upon Dibon 3 even more--
a lion for those of Moab who escape,
for the remnant of the land.