CHAPTER 15

1 The burden of Moab.
Because in the night Ar of Moab
Is laid waste, and brought to silence;
Surely in the night Kir of Moab
Is laid waste, and brought to silence.

2 He shall go up into the house, and to the high places of Dibon, to weep;
Over Nebo, and over Medeba, shall Moab howl.
On all his heads shall be baldness,
And every beard shall be shaved.

3 In his cross-roads shall they be girded with sackcloth;
On his roofs, and in his streets,
Shall every one howl, and go down to weep.

4 Heshbon and Elealeh shall cry aloud;
As far as Jahaz shall their voice be heard;
Therefore shall the armed men of Moab howl;
The soul of each man shall howl to itself.

5 My heart shall cry aloud for Moab;
Her fugitives to Zoar, a heifer of three years old;
By the going up of Luhith shall they go up with weeping,
By the way of Horonaim shall they raise the cry of sorrow.

6 The waters of Nimrim are cut off;
The grass is withered,
The herbage hath failed,
No verdure is left.

7 Therefore what every one hath left, and his riches,
They shall carry to the brook of the willows. ¹

8 The cry hath gone round the borders of Moab;
Even to Eglaim is his howling.
And even to Beer-Elim is his howling.

9 Because the waters of Dimon shall be full of blood;
For I will lay additions upon Dimon,
Lions to them that are escaped of Moab,
And to the remnant of the land.