Isaiah

¹ Village Ar of Moab is in ruins, destroyed in a night raid. Village Kir of Moab is in ruins, destroyed in a night raid.

² goes up to lament. Moab weeps and wails over Nebo and Medba. Every head is shaved bald, every beard shaved clean.

³ go up on the roofs, take to the town square, Everyone in tears, everyone in grief.

⁴ The sound carries as far as Jahaz. Moab sobs, shaking in grief. The soul of Moab trembles.

⁵ Refugees stream to Zoar and then on to Eglath-shelishiyah. Up the slopes of Luhith they weep; on the road to Horonaim they cry their loss.

⁶ grass brown, buds stunted, nothing grows.

⁷ on their backs, everything they own, Making their way as best they can across Willow Creek to safety.

⁸ all through Moab, Gut-wrenching sobs as far as Eglaim, heart-racking sobs all the way to Beer-elim.

⁹ but God has worse in store for Dibon: A lion—a lion to finish off the fugitives, to clean up whoever's left in the land.