Isaiah 15

¹The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, andbrought to nought; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, andbrought to nought. ²He is gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep: Moab howleth over Nebo, and over Medeba: on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off. ³In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth: on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one howleth, weeping abundantly. ⁴And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz: therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul trembleth within him. ⁵My heart crieth out for Moab; her nobles fleeunto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah: for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction. ⁶For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing. ⁷Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away to the brook of the willows. ⁸For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab; the howling thereof unto Eglaim, and the howling thereof unto Beer-elim. ⁹For the waters of Dimon are full of blood: for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon him that escapeth of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.