¹This is a prophecy about Mo’av:

The night ‘Ar is sacked, Mo’av is ruined.

The night Kir is sacked, Mo’av is ruined.

²He went up to the temple,

to Dibon and to the high places, to weep.

On N’vo and Meidva Mo’av is howling,

every head shaved bald, every beard cut off.

³In the streets they wear sackcloth;

on their roofs and in their squares,

everyone howls and weeps profusely.

⁴Heshbon and El‘aleh cry out,

they are heard as far as Yachatz.

Mo’av’s best troops cry aloud,

as their courage faints away.

⁵My heart cries out for Mo’av!

Its fugitives flee to Tzo‘ar,

a calf three years old.

They ascend the slope of Luchit,

weeping as they go;

on their way to Horonayim,

they utter heartrending cries.

⁶The waters of Nimrim are desolate,

the grass is dried up, the new growth fails,

nothing green is left.

⁷Therefore they carry away their wealth,

everything they have put aside,

across the Vadi of the Willows.

⁸For the cry has circulated

throughout Mo’av’s territory —

its howling has reached Eglayim,

its howling has reached Be’er-Elim.

⁹For the waters of Dimon are full of blood,

yet I have worse in store for Dimon —

a lion for those who escape from Mo’av

and for those who remain in its land.