Isaiah 15

 

Isaiah 15

1 A prophecy against Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined,
destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night!

² Dibon goes up to its temple, to its high places to weep;
Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba. Every head is shaved and every beard cut off.

³ In the streets they wear sackcloth; on the roofs and in the public squares they all wail, prostrate with weeping.

⁴ Heshbon and Elealeh cry out, their voices are heard all the way to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out, and their hearts are faint.

⁵ My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the hill to Luhith, weeping as they go; on the road to Horonaim
they lament their destruction.

⁶ The waters of Nimrim are dried up and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone and nothing green is left.

⁷ So the wealth they have acquired and stored up they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.

⁸ Their outcry echoes along the border of Moab; their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, their lamentation as far as Beer Elim.

⁹ The waters of Dimon are full of blood, but I will bring still more upon Dimon— a lion upon the fugitives of Moab and upon those who remain in the land.