Isaiah 15

1The oracle concerning Moab: for by night Ar of Moab lies devastated and silenced; for by night Kir of Moab lies devastated and silenced.

2They go up to Bajith and Dibon, to the high places, to weep. Moab howls over Nebo and over Medeba. Baldness covers all their heads; every beard is shorn.

3In their streets they put on sackcloth; on their rooftops and in their streets everyone howls, weeping profusely.

4Heshbon cries out, and Elealeh; their voice is heard to Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud; his soul grieves him.

5My heart cries for Moab; her fugitives reach Zoar, Eglath Shelishiyah—for they climb Luhith's ascent amid weeping, for they arouse a shattering cry along Horonaim's road.

6For Nimrim's waters will lie desolate, for the hay has withered, the fresh grass has failed; no green remains.

7Therefore they will carry away the abundance they have acquired and their stores over the brook of the willows.

8For the cry has encircled the borders of Moab; its howling to Eglaim, and its howling to Beer-elim.

9For Dimon's waters are filled with blood, for I will bring more upon Dimon—a lion upon Moab's escapees and upon the land's remnant.