Isaiah 15

¹ Oracle on Moab: The night when Ar was ravaged Moab collapsed. The night when Kir was ravaged Moab collapsed.

² People climb to the temple of Dibon, climb high places to weep; on Nebo and in Medeba Moab laments. Every head shaven, every beard clipped;

³ they wear sackcloth in the streets, and wail on the housetops. All in the squares are lamenting and bursting into tears.

⁴ Heshbon and Elealeh are howling, their noise can be heard as far as Jahaz. That is why the loins of Moab are shivering, why its soul is shuddering;

⁵ why the heart of Moab is groaning, why its fugitives are as far afield as Zoar (Eglath Shelishiyah). Ah, slopes of Luhith, they climb them weeping. On the road to Horonaim they utter heartrending cries.

⁶ Ah, the waters of Nimrim are a waste land, the grass dried up, the turf all withered, nothing green any more.

⁷ That is why they are busily preparing… And they transport their possessions across the wadi of the Willows.

⁸ Ah, the shrieking rings round the whole territory of Moab; its wailing resounds right to Eglaim, echoes as far as Beer-elim.

⁹ Ah, the waters of Dibon are swollen with blood, and worse disasters are still in store for Dibon, a lion to pounce on anyone who escapes from Moab, and on the few survivors of that country.