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 rooftops 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 Willows.

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 those who flee from Moab
and upon those who remain in the land.