Isaiah

¹ An oracle concerning Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night!

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

³ on the roofs and in the public squares they all wail, prostrate with weeping.

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

⁵ her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the way to Luhith, weeping as they go; on the road to Horonaim they lament their destruction.

⁶ and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone and nothing green is left.

⁷ they carry away over the Ravine of the Poplars.

⁸ their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, their lamentation as far as Beer Elim.

⁹ but I will bring still more upon Dimon— a lion upon the fugitives of Moab and upon those who remain in the land.