Isaiah 15

XV

¹THE ORACLE CONCERNING MOAB.

Surely in a destructive night shall Ar of Moab be cut off;

Surely in a destructive night shall Kir of Moab be cut off.

²He goeth up to Bajith and to Debon, the high places, to weep:

Over Nebo, and over Medeba, shall Moab howl:

On every head there is baldness; every beard is shorn.

³In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth;

On their house-tops, and in their main-streets,

Every one shrieketh, melting into tears.

⁴And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh;

Unto Jahaz is their voice heard:

Therefore do the warriors of Moab wail;

Their soul shuddereth within them.

⁵My heart crieth out for Moab,

Her fugitives wander even unto Zoar,

Unto Eglath-Schalischiia;

Yea the ascent of Luhith with weeping shall they ascend;

Yea in the way of Horonaim shall they raise a cry of destruction.

⁶For the waters of Nimrim shall become desolate:

For the pasture is withered, the tender plant faileth, the green herb is no more.

⁷Therefore the remnant which they possess,

And that which they have laid up;

Shall they carry off to the valley of willows.

⁸For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab;

Unto Eglaim her lamentation;

And to Beer-Elim her lamentation.

⁹Yea the waters of Dimon are full of blood:

Yet will I bring more evils upon Dimon;

Upon them of Moab that shall have escaped a lion,

And upon the remnant of the land.