CHAPTER 15
This is an oracle
concerning Moab:
Ar
in Moab
is ruined,
destroyed
in a night!
Kir in Moab
is devastated,
destroyed
in a night!
Dibon
goes up
to its temple
to weep
at its high places.
Moab
wails
over
Nebo,
as well as over
Medeba.
Every
head
is shaved,
every
beard
is cut off.
In its streets
they wear
sackcloth;
on
the rooftops
and in the public squares
they all
wail,
falling down
weeping.
Heshbon
and Elealeh
cry out;
their voices
are heard
as far as
Jahaz.
Therefore
the soldiers
of Moab
cry out;
their souls
tremble
within.
My heart
cries out
over Moab;
her fugitives
flee as
far as Zoar,
as far as Eglath-shelishiyah;
with weeping
they ascend
the slope
of Luhith;
they lament
their destruction
on the road
to Horonaim.
The waters
of Nimrim
are
dried up;
the grass
is withered,
the foliage
is gone,
and the vegetation
has vanished.
For
their outcry
echoes
to the border
of Moab.
Their wailing
reaches Eglaim;
it is heard
in Beer-elim.
The waters
of Dimon
are full of
blood,
but
I will bring
more
upon
Dimon—
a lion
on the fugitives
of Moab,
and on the remnant
of the land.