Isaiah 15

¹This is the burden against Moab:

Ar in Moab is ruined,

destroyed in a night!

Kir in Moab is devastated,

destroyed in a night!

²Dibon goes up to its temple

to weep at its high places.

Moab wails over Nebo,

as well as over Medeba.

Every head is shaved,

every beard is cut off.

³In its streets they wear sackcloth;

on the rooftops and in the public squares

they all wail, falling down weeping.

⁴Heshbon and Elealeh cry out;

their voices are heard as far as Jahaz.

Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out;

their souls tremble within.

⁵My heart cries out over Moab;

her fugitives flee as far as Zoar,

as far as Eglath-shelishiyah.^a

With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith;

they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.

⁶The waters of Nimrim are dried up,

and the grass is withered;

the vegetation is gone,

and the greenery is no more.

⁷So they carry their wealth and belongings

over the Brook of the Willows.^a

⁸For their outcry echoes to the border of Moab.

Their wailing reaches Eglaim;

it is heard in Beer-elim.

⁹The waters of Dimon^a are full of blood,

but I will bring more upon Dimon—

a lion upon the fugitives of Moab

and upon the remnant of the land.