Isaiah 15

1An oracle concerning Moab: because in a night Ar of Moab is devastated, it is destroyed; because in a night Kir of Moab is devastated, it is destroyed.

2He has gone up to the temple, and Dibon to the high places, to weep. Over Nebo and over Medeba Moab wails; on every head is baldness, every beard is cut off.

3In its streets they put on sackcloth; on its rooftops and in its squares everyone wails, going down in weeping.

4Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voice is heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the armed men of Moab cry out; his soul trembles within him.

5My heart cries out for Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. For they go up the ascent of Luhith with weeping; for on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction.

6For the waters of Nimrim will become desolations, for the grass is dried up, the vegetation is gone, and no green thing remains.

7Therefore the abundance they have gained and what they have stored up they carry away over the Brook of the Willows.

8For the outcry has gone around the border of Moab; its wailing reaches as far as Eglaim, and its wailing to Beer-elim.

9For the waters of Dimon are full of blood, for I will bring more upon Dimon: a lion upon the fugitives of Moab, and upon the remnant of the land.