1 The burden of Moab. For in a night Ar of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nought ; for in a night Kir of Moab is laid waste, and brought to nought.
2 They are gone up to Bayith, and to Dibon, to the high places, to weep : Moab waileth over Nebo, and over Medeba ; on all their heads is baldness, every beard is cut off.
3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth ; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly.
4 And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh ; their voice is heard even unto Jahaz : therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud ; his soul trembleth within him.
5 My heart crieth out for Moab ; her nobles flee unto Zoar, to Eglath-shelishi-yah : for by the ascent of Luhith with weeping they go up ; for in the way of Horonaim they raise up a cry of destruction.
6 For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate ; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.
7 Therefore the abundance they have gotten, and that which they have laid up, shall they carry away over the brook of the willows.
8 For the cry is gone round about the borders of Moab ; the wailing thereof unto Eglaim, and the wailing thereof unto Beer-elim.
9 For the waters of Dimon are full of blood ; for I will bring yet more upon Dimon, a lion upon them of Moab that escape, and upon the remnant of the land.