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1 The
burden of Moab.
For in a
night, Ar of
Moab is laid waste,
and brought to nothing.
For in a
night Kir of
Moab is laid waste,
and brought to nothing.
2 They
have gone up
to Bayith, and to
Dibon, to the
high places, to
weep. Moab wails
over Nebo and
over Medeba.
Baldness is on
all of their
heads. Every beard
is cut off.
3 In
their streets,
they clothe themselves
in sackcloth. In
their streets and
on their housetops,
everyone wails,
weeping abundantly.
4 Heshbon
cries out
with Elealeh. Their
voice is heard
even to Jahaz.
Therefore the
armed men of
Moab cry aloud.
Their souls tremble
within them.
5 My
heart cries out
for Moab!
Her nobles flee to
Zoar, to Eglath Shelishiyah;
for they go
up by the
ascent of Luhith
with weeping; for
on the way
to Horonaim, they
raise up a
cry of destruction.
6 For
the waters of
Nimrim will be
desolate; for the
grass has withered
away, the tender
grass fails, there
is no green
thing.
7 Therefore
they will carry
away the abundance
they have gotten,
and that which
they have stored
up, over the
brook of the
willows.
8 For
the cry has
gone around the
borders of Moab,
its wailing
to Eglaim, and its
wailing to Beer Elim.
9 For
the waters of
Dimon are full
of blood; for
I will bring
yet more on
Dimon, a lion on
those of Moab
who escape, and
on the remnant
of the land.