Isaiah 15

1 A declaration about Moab. Indeed, in one night Ar of Moab is laid waste and destroyed; indeed, in one night Kir of Moab is laid waste and destroyed.

2 They have gone up to the temple, the people of Dibon went up to the heights to weep; Moab laments over Nebo and over Medeba. All their heads are shaved bare and all their beards are cut off.

3 In their streets they wear sackcloth; on their housetops and in the square everyone wails, melting in tears.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh call out for help; their sound is heard as far as Jahaz. So the armed men of Moab call out for help; they tremble within themselves.

5 My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee to Zoar and to Eglath Shelishiyah. They go up the ascent of Luhith weeping; on the road to Horonaim they loudly wail over their destruction.

6 The waters of Nimrim are a desolation; the grass is withered; the vegetation has dried up; there is no more green grass.

7 The abundance they have grown and stored they carry away over the brook of the poplars.

8 The cry has gone around the territory of Moab; the wailing as far as Eglaim and Beer Elim.

9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood; but I will bring even more upon Dimon. A lion will attack those who escape from Moab and also those remaining in the land.