1 ¶ God’s sentence on Moab. In a night Ar in Moab is laid waste, and made silent; In a night Kir in Moab is laid waste, and made silent;

2 They have gone up to weep at the high places, in Bajith and Dibon: Moab will wail over Nebo, and over Medeba: all their heads will be made bald, and every beard cut off.

3 In their streets they will cover themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, everyone will be wailing, and pouring out tears.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh will cry so loud that their voices will be heard as far as Jahaz: and the armed soldiers of Moab will cry; because Moab is in despair.

5 My heart cries out for Moab; those who flee will go as far as Zoar, and a third town Eglath: they will go up the slope to Luhith weeping; for on the road to Horonaim they will raise up a cry over the destruction.

6 ¶ For the waters of Nimrim will be dried up: the grass will wither away, and the new growth will fail, nothing green will be left.

7 Therefore they will carry the wealth they have accumulated, and what they have stored up, away over the ravine of the willows.

8 For a cry goes throughout the land of Moab; their wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, and their howling as far as Beer-elim.

9 Although the waters of Dimon are full of blood: I will bring even more on Dimon, I will bring lions on those of Moab who escape, and on any who are left in the land.