Isaiah 15

1 This is the burden against Moab: Ar in Moab is ruined, destroyed in a night! Kir in Moab is devastated, destroyed in a night!

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

3 In its streets they wear sackcloth; on the rooftops and in the public squares they all wail, falling down weeping.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out; their souls tremble within.

5 My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.

6 The waters of Nimrim are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.

7 So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.

8 For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab. Their wailing reaches Eglaim; it is heard in Beer-elim.

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