Isaiah 15

¹Oracle on Moab:

Laid waste in a night,

Ar of Moab is destroyed;

Laid waste in a night,

Kir of Moab is destroyed.

²Daughter Dibon has gone up

to the high places to weep;

Over Nebo and over Medeba

Moab is wailing.

Every head is shaved,

every beard sheared off.

³In the streets they wear sackcloth,

and on the rooftops;

In the squares

everyone wails, streaming with tears.

⁴Heshbon and Elealeh cry out,

they are heard as far as Jahaz.

At this the loins of Moab tremble,

his soul quivers within him;

⁵My heart cries out for Moab,

his fugitives reach Zoar,

Eglath-shelishiyah:

The ascent of Luhith

they ascend weeping;

On the way to Horonaim

they utter rending cries;

⁶The waters of Nimrim

have become a waste,

The grass is withered,

new growth is gone,

nothing is green.

⁷So now whatever they have acquired or stored away

they carry across the Wadi of the Poplars.

⁸The cry has gone round

the territory of Moab;

As far as Eglaim his wailing,

even at Beer-elim his wailing.

⁹The waters of Dimon are filled with blood,[#There is a play on words between “Dimon” and dam , the Hebrew word for blood.]

but I will bring still more upon Dimon:

Lions for those who are fleeing from Moab

and for those who remain in the land!